I'm an i***t! Who the hell gets s**t faced around a guy like Ace? He could've hurt me, he could've raped me.
All I remember last night was him standing in the doorway, then I remember a bit of him in the bathroom touching my neck.
This morning I left my stupid phone in the bathroom and I'm almost positive he read my messages.
Dad stared at me as Ace headed out the kitchen, "Be nicer to him. The kids in a place he's unfamiliar with, you're the only person he has to talk with." He reminded me.
Sighing because my guilt grew at my bitchy comeback, I nodded, "I know, I get it." I put my drink down and headed out the door to apologize.
Going up the stairs, I went to his door and pondered it before knocking.
He opened it after a few minutes and just stared down at me with a judging stare.
