With a frustrated sigh, I took the bottle of wine she held out. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Leaving her to get comfortable, I headed for the kitchen. That foreboding I’d woken to this morning, was back in place, almost like a warning something terrible was about to happen. Perhaps whatever offering Sandra arrived here with was the reason for my unsettled nerves. I returned to the living room with a glass of wine and the bottle. She was at the window admiring the view.
“Your wine.”
“Thank you.” She accepted the glass I held out. “Sure you won’t join me?”
“I’m good.” Picking up my water, I downed half the contents in the hopes it would help clear the leftover fog from the whiskey. I needed my wits about me to handle whatever this woman was about to spew through that venomous mouth of hers. “Care to elaborate on the reason for your visit.”
“I was out shopping when I saw you and Levana together. The way you two were looking at each other, it didn’t take a genius to figure out you were fucking her. So, I thought I’d check up on her and I saw Davien leaving her room in his trunks. I debated whether to tell—”
“When was this?” I barked, the alcohol in my system not helping the sudden pounding of my head. My vision blurred for just a second and I shook my head to focus. Levana had promised that Davien was just a friend and I believed her.
“About a week ago—”
“Date, day, Sandra.” Spurts of irritation hardened my words. Again, my vision blurred, and I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and forefinger.
“Last week Saturday,” she replied, her voice sounding like an echo around me. “Saint? Are you all right?”
I blinked to focus and frowned to find Sandra in front of me. “What are you doing?” I heard the distinct slur in my voice.
“You blacked out for a moment. Here, drink this.”
I glanced down at the water in her hand, wondering where she’d gotten it from. I didn’t see her leave. My hand felt too heavy to lift and I slumped back into the seat. “Give me a second, Sandra.”
****
STAY WITH ME
Opening my eyes, I stared up at the ceiling, those words ringing in my ears. My gaze roved the darkened room, searching for the voice I knew existed only in my dreams. I glanced down at my sheet covered body then lifted it. “Why the fuck am I naked?” I couldn’t remember getting myself to bed.
The booming pound in my head, forced me to get up. I sat on the edge, my hands on either side of me, sinking into the mattress. When I was sure my legs could support my body, I stood and walked into the bathroom. A scent I didn’t immediately recognize, plagued my nostrils. After I quick piss, I showered and only when I stood in front of the steamed mirror did my memory start seeping back.
Sandra.
Harsh realization dawned. Either I’d passed out from the alcohol and she left after seeing me off to bed or she’d drugged me. I hoped for her sake it was the former. Why then, couldn’t I remember. I could definitely handle my alcohol. Frustrated, I brushed my teeth to rid my mouth of its arid taste. Slipping a shirt over my head, I turned at the sound of my ringing phone. I picked it up and stared at the number, frowning.
“Mr Stevens?” Why was he calling me this late?
“An urgent matter has arisen, Mr Sinclair which I feel will be best if discussed right now. I’m at the school with Miss Anderson, how long will it take for you to get here.”
“About twenty minutes.”
“See you then.” The call disconnected.
I stared at the blank screen, disorientated, confused yet unable to ignore that feeling of dread once more. The idea someone found out about me and Levana, popped into my head. I squashed it with a disgruntled ‘not possible.’
Twenty five minutes later, I walked into Principal Steven’s office, greeted him and the guidance counsellor and took the seat he gestured.
“Want to fill me in on why we’re sitting in this office at nine pm on a Friday night?” I shifted my gaze between the two of them.
“Let me show you then you can provide the solution to how we handle this,” Miss Anderson replied.
About to ask her what, she held out her phone to me. Confused I took it and pressed play to the paused video on her screen. At first, it didn’t make sense, then slowly it dawned on me that I’d just been fucked six ways to Sunday.
I lost my cool. “Where the fuck did this...” I looked at it again. “That was definitely my bedroom. And that was definitely Sandra.
“We think she’s sent it to the entire school or random students,” Mr Stevens said, his tone sombre. “That is Levana Singh’s mother, correct?”
I nodded, shooting up from my seat. Levana. Fuck. This would kill her. Shoving a hand through my hair, I explained, “it was a set up. If I’m not mistaken, she drugged me.”
