The White Opera

In a world that’s falling apart, Lillia Jane seeks to find the light. Dancing is her soul and passion, but it isn’t always the answer to her problems. She witnessed the murder of her best friend Sophie and won’t be forgetting the feeling of isolation any time soon. Lillia’s parents have moved to Queensland for the summer so now it’s just her and her older brother Brian, as they embark on an amazing adventure through Sydney Australia.

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8. Clubbing

 

Oliver picks me up at 8:00pm, “Hello gorgeous, looking beautiful!” he instantly comments. He hesitates then reaches for my hair, “But we won’t be getting in there with you looking like that.” he says, letting my hair out. Next, looking at my dress, he walks into our hotel room and grabs a pair of scissor, lying next to Tia’s pencil case, “I’ll buy you a new one later.” and cuts the sleeves off. I tense up again. That was given to me by my grandparents and now one is dying in Queensland! But I try not to complain.

When we are in the car once more he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. “Seriously? Ok, that’s it. Oliver please let me out of the car!” the doors are locked and Oliver just grins, “You’ll be fine, just go with it and have fun.” I almost gag when he offers me a “breather” as he calls it.

We get there and I try to look relaxed, like any other “19 year old” going out clubbing. The line is extremely long but when we get to the front the security guard asks for an ID. It is almost like he’s staring straight through us and saying ‘I know what you are doing you little runts’, but he lets us in anyway.

The music is booming and the floor is violently vibrating, lights are spinning everywhere making me dizzy and there is alcohol spilled all over the floor making it sticky. Two couples are biting each other’s faces off and acting like it’s a snogging contest. The dance floor is littered with young drunk people, stumbling over their own feet and having the time of their lives.

It is awful. Everyone in school was talking about how they can’t wait to grow up and drink and get a boyfriend and go to late night parties, I can safely say that they overestimated it. I stuck by Oliver the whole time but all he wanted was to drink and search around under my top. “OLIVER STOP! I’m gonna walk home.” I tell him about an hour into the night, I doubt be hears because he replies, “THANK YOU.” over the crowd.

As I make my way outside, the alcohol kicks in and I hit my head against a wall, losing my consciousness. Before I meet the ground I feel arms catch me. Then everything blurs out.

***

“OUCH!” I open my eyes but I can’t really see very well. It takes a while for them to adjust to the light then I realise that I am NOT in the Hotel and my brother is NOT here. The second thing I see is a man, tending to a cut on my head. “Hi.” he says casually as if I had not just woken up from a potential coma.

“Could you please tell me where I am?” I ask politely, trying not to stress on the situation, this is how I always deal with scary situations.

“You’re in my house.” the man replies.

“Well that was helpful, thank you very much.” The man’s expression indicated that it was not the time for sarcasm, “So were you the person who caught me?” I ask, remembering faintly what happened the night before.

“No that was my son Lucas, lucky he was there to help you otherwise you would have been in a pretty bad condition, there are nasty people that hang around those sort of places. But he hesziuhhe did get in quite a bit of trouble afterwards, he’s not supposed to be hanging around a club at that time of night, certainly not without me knowing. He is grounded but I can’t come into his room to check on him because he hates anyone entering.” this obviously annoyed the man, he gives me a questioning look and asks, “How old are you?”

I swallow and prepare myself for the worst. If I lie then I won’t get in trouble with the police. But, if I tell the truth then maybe I can rat Oliver out and tell the police about Jim and his fake ID business. I go over my options, trying to think of excuses to why I shouldn’t tell him I am fifteen.

“I’m fifteen” I finally admit guiltily.

“Then why on earth were you in a club?” Lucas’ dad asks. Even though he barely knows me, he is taking on the ‘dad’ role very well.

“I was forced!” I imply, “This guy I know, Oliver, he persuaded me to make a fake ID. Then he took me to this weird place that looked like a place for the homeless and this other guy took my photo and printed the details. After, Oliver cut my dress and offered me a smoke then we went to the club and he drank and tried to touch me!” I am crying now, it all seemed to blurt out of my mouth like word vomit. I am making a big mess of things.

How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I see it before? “What’s your name?” he asks me, evidently concerned. “My name is Lillia. What is your name?”

“My name is Stephen and I am going to call the police now.”

“WAIT! Please you can’t do that! It wasn’t my fault! I was tricked, persuaded, PLEASE!” I am desperate.

“I’m not calling them for you, I’m calling them for this Oliver guy.” Relief lapses over me, but depression instantly takes its place.

I spend the rest of the day at Stephen’s house, he rings Tia after receiving a voicemail from Brian, then rings the police, “They’re going to have a talk to him.” Stephen assures me, “Thanks.” is all I can muster, “No problem, and your friend Tia is going to pick you up tonight. She said she has some things to do beforehand.”

“And she trusts herself to leave me with you?” I ask, hurt that she and Brian wouldn’t want to see me straight away. “No offence”

“Non-taken” From then on, we make short talk every now and watch TV. I think about all the bad things that have happened to me so far. I can say that it has been an experience, one to tell the kids one day. I recall a day at school, we were taking a health class and began talking about Pessimists and Optimists, I guess I am the pessimist and everyone in the world is an optimist. I had been happy then, free from worry and pain. If only we could travel back in time.

 

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