My New year eve’s horror story
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My New year eve’s horror story

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Another year, another of New Year’s Eve party. Nowadays It almost is a status symbol to announce where you would celebrate and start the new year.

For most of us, our company will send an email with exclusive employee offer to attend the new year party, or your friends might come up with a venue and ticket ideas to enter the new year in style.

I didn’t like going out on New Year’s Eve for years, first of all my mother would never have agreed to the idea of party. According to brown parents party word is a taboo, and they can only think the worst is going to happen at a party.

But as I grew up and had a few friends,I started enjoying their company and going on out New Year’s Eve felt like I was part of a cool gang.

My mother allowed me only if my best friend at the time ( now husband) would be there with me all the time throughout the party and protect me. Let’s call him ‘A’.

‘A’ agreed and we made it to the party.At the party everything was amazing, the lights,the food, the crowd the music. It was such a new experience for a girl from a small town.

After a while drinks were served and people started drinking as though they had not seen alcohol for years. The noise became more prominent,the laughs were louder and we didn’t drink as we were not allowed to, I had to go home sober. I was in no mood to be disowned after just one party.

There was a group just in front of us, having fun they were of the same age as us. While we were singing and dancing. One of the girls from our group complained that the guy from the other group is staring at her.

Annoyed one of the guy friend yells from our group at the other guy, I don’t even remember how the fight started. It was all so fast. I panicked. I was so scared that we will go to jail and my mom will never allow me to go out ever again.

I ran out. I stood near the gate. I was shaking. Meanwhile ‘A’ calls me, “ where are you, I am getting the bike to the front gate, let’s get out of here”. I replied that thankfully I was already there.

He rides his bike to the gate as fast as he can and we leave. While on the road we start laughing. What a waste of time. We both were so unhappy with the evening and thought just a coffee by the beachside would have been more fun than this mess.

After a few minutes on the road we hear a vehicle signaling from behind. We give way and Change the route. My mom calls to check on us and so I had to get down and answer the call.

We park near a bridge. Watching the water flow, I speak to my mother. I told her the party was boring and so we left, I will be home in some time. She was extremely happy that I didn’t stay out long.

After the call, I sit on the bike and suddenly I didn’t know what hit us I fell on the ground. After a second I tried to look up and ‘A’ is struggling to pick up the bike off his leg as the bike fell on him.

We helped each other and we looked over in surprise, what was that. Over a few feet away there were two guys who were drunk crazy and were on the road, one was crying and the other almost unconscious.

We run up to them. ‘A’ cautions me to stay away. He will go look as to what happened. When he reached near the guy, it was one of the boys from the party.

He held on to ‘A’s arm and started yelling, “you did this, I will call the police on you.” And the other guys was not able to move.

‘A’ pulled his hand away, ran back to me and demanded I sit on the bike soon. I jumped and sat behind him. We drove past the guys. One of them still tried to kick the bike when we drove next to them.

My God, what was that.For the kids we were at that age it was traumatic.We then realized the guys saw us leave the party and they drove behind us to cause trouble. We then had to take a long route home so that we could make sure no one followed us.

After reaching home we waited for almost thirty minutes before I could enter home. Just to make sure no one followed us.

After reaching home, I was so nervous but had to keep a straight face. If my mom knew what had happened she would never ever let me go out ever again.

Now, I was worried about ‘A’. It would take another twenty minutes for him to reach home.I was worried ‘Did he reach home safe. Was he in trouble’. Laying on the bed all I could do is pray. After about an hour he texted me “I am ok. Good night.”

Hush, now I could sleep. But I wonder if the two guys were not injured in the accident what did they plan to do that night? Why do people drink so much that their brain turns to mush?

The next day ‘A’ came home.we were such good friends that we could talk to each other just by looking at each other, no word we’re required.

After to the accident his bike had to be repaired, he couldn’t tell his mom what happened and so we had to borrow money from my aunt and pay it off to her month by month with our pocket money or birthday money what ever little we could save was spent on the repair.

That’s when we swore, that we will never go out on New Year’s Eve ever again. Rather have a get together with friends in my house.

We started a tradition where we hosted the most amazing parties. With games and the best Decorations. No drinking of course. People wait for our party even now. I am glad we were able to make something good of a bad situation.

After so many years I still didn’t tell my mom what happened. Brown parents can never handle it.😃