My experience with the parties.
By: Jacob Matthew Starnes
Tags: Relationships, Autobiography, Party, Fight, Drugs

I was only 7 when we moved from my hometown to a more hillbilly area. Around 3rd grade I got very sick and was hospitalized for a long time, finally in 5th grade when I was in remission my parents became very leintent to allow me to make up for the lost time when I couldn’t be having fun because I was either sick or meeting with specialists. At this point I had started reconnecting with some old friends from my hometown that I had met through my two older siblings though they were not huge fans of any members of my family except me. It was odd for me to be hanging out with them as they were several years older than me, they were all 12 and 18 while I was still only about 11. One day they took me aside and asked me if I’ve ever been to a party and I said yes thinking about birthdays. They then decided to invite me to party with them, being known friends and my family still feeling bad about the time I had lost they allowed for me to sleep at their house about 2 hours away from where I currently lived in the hillbilly town. They immediately started getting ready for the party that night which I didn’t understand as it was already 7pm, I was wondering how much longer we’d be awake. Then we drove out to someone else's house and saw the lights in their garage, it was the party. It was completely new to me.

“Come on in Malcolm” said todd, (by the was my names Malcolm). Todd opened the door car door for me and started to walk inside. His girlfriend Allison quickly followed behind him. I hesitantly walked up to the door and thinking I’d do what Todd did just opened it. I was quickly lifted off the ground by my shirt.

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’ little asshole” -Some Random dude

“Woah man he’s with me”- Todd

“Why’d you bring the fucking kid you’re supposed to babysit here”- Random

“No he’s cool just let him hang with us this one time, if you hate him you’ll never see him again”-Todd

Todd turns to me “Hey don’t mind him, he’s a jerk. He tells everyone his name is jet, just don’t talk to him”

I decided to just walk into the garage. Their was a punch bowl like it was a movie so I grabbed a cup and started talking to some of the kids who look to be one 3 or 4 years older than me. “Hey what are you guys doing”

“Getting plastered out of our minds” said a wide eyed kid

I didn’t know it at the time but the alcohol was spiked and I was about to be drunk for the first time. I can’t remember much else from the night but I do remember meeting Katelin. She was stunning, a cheerleader, a blonde, and overall just a 10. I somehow at my young age managed to get her number but I don’t think she thought anything of me at the time. For the next 4 years of my life I was partying while somehow still getting A’s in school. I would come to school drunk and still get the highest grades on the tests. That was until time started to catch up with me.

The summer before my freshman year Katelin was going to be a senior but I had talked to her so much and through the parties that I was convinced I could ask her out. That was until the first time I saw and understood someone being sexually assaulted. In parties full of drunk teenagers It was obvious that fights would break out but I was still so much younger than everyone else. I started yelling at him, screaming to let go of her as he was groping her while she was too drunk to successfully push him off. I finally built up the courage in my 14 year old body to start something. I ran up a punch the boy in the mouth.

At the time I didn’t think about the age difference, or how I was already on the shorter side, while being underweight for my height. I guess I had gotten lucky that he was too intoxicated to throw an accurate punch because it felt as if missiles were barely missing him with every dodge I made. Finally he landed a hook. I had to have landed two feet farther away from him then where he punched me. I got back up but before I could swing he had landed another blow straight to my head. I had already turned my blue shirt purple with my own blood when todd managed to pull him off of me.

I was so hurt I didn’t get up for hours and even when I did I had to stay with todd’s family for a week before coming home. My family had no idea I was drinking or that now I was experimenting with weed and lean, and liking it. My sister covered my bruises with makeup every morning and that ended up being almost every day when I realized how often that kind of thing happened at parties in my hometown. Now I was going out and getting beat up every week but I was getting better at it. Suddenly people were becoming hesitant to fight me even though I had never won a fight. Around this time I had a bad fight. I was at a party that Katelin was also at so I was trying to talk to her. As I said hi another guy showed up and immediately started sweet talking her. I thought I lost the girl and he was her boyfriend that she never told me about, until I heard her ask him why he was standing so close.

“Back up” she said and then he grabbed her arm.

“Who even are you” She said louder before he grabbed her waist.

“Please don’t do this” was the last thing she said in an almost whisper before I punched him. He was about double my size and looked like he hadn’t drank anything while I was already halfway to my limit. But all of the fights that I had been in were helping me, I was landing every punch and ducking all of his. He then clocked me good right between the eyes. I tackle him onto a folding table that collapses under us. I could feel my stomach flip as I watched him blindly try to grab something off the table as his back was to it. I watched him push around a knife on the table not quite grabbing it before finally finding a handle and picking it up. But he had pushed the knife off the table and was now holding a pizza cutter for the pizza on the now fallen table. He ran at me and I froze up trying to think about what to do against a man with a pizza cutter. It went straight through my clothes into my flesh. A horizontal cut across my abdomen spraying blood everywhere. Todd, (who at this point is just about my best friend, driving me home when I’m drunk, fighting in the same kinda fight I would fight in and doing it better because he was 6'3" 230 and jacked.) had just walked in before the cut. I kicked my armed opponent in the chest which took him out of the fight as I heard his ribs crack and called my father. He picked me up and we agreed not to tell me mother about any of it. Todd then dragged him out side and punched him in the chest until he died.

I have lots of stories from the parties to tell though my memory is a bit foggy, I’d love to share them if anyone enjoys reading it though.