May 29, 2018
It was a normal evening. Absent parents, about forty teenagers at home, alcohol, joints…
Since the floor is closed to guests, we have been installed on the ground floor and in the garden.
Out of religious conviction, I don’t drink alcohol. Some of my friends didn’t either, but only a handful of us stayed sober. Very quickly, everyone has found themselves under the influence of one substance or another, including the organizer.
The arrival of Sarah, already drunk
around one in the morning, Will be she has arrived. She’s a girl I know from afar, I wouldn’t say we’re related, but in my small town in the South-West strangers are rare.
Sarah had arrived from another party and was already very tipsy. She smelled strongly of vodka, even in her hair, and someone had to pick her up so she didn’t go to the wrong house!
Upon arrival, Mickaël began to walk around her. Everyone noticed that she was interested in him and apparently he had already seen her on social media.
It turns out that Mickaël was also completely drunk. I think he alone had downed at least two bottles of wine already, not counting the bongs he’d been smoking since the beginning of the evening.
“Sarah continues to chain the glasses. And Mickaël doesn’t even leave her a sole. »
I become the “mom” of the evening
Sarah is a strong girl and a very talented athlete in gymnastics. Intoxicated by alcohol, she started wanting to do stunts!
Since we want to prevent her from falling and hurting herself, we occasionally get together to hold her. I lose sight of her for a moment and when I turn my head who do I see?
Sarah, standing on Mickaël’s shoulderswho laughs throwing as if it were not allowed…
I decide to intervene, and I climb on a chair to make her fall, telling her to be careful.
Actually, I become a bit the mother of the evening, with my friends who don’t drink. We bring glasses of water to people who start vomiting, falling asleep everywhere…
Sarah continues to chain the glasses. And Mickaël doesn’t even leave her a sole.
When I don’t see her anymore, I have a bad feeling. They tell me she’s in the garden with him, behind a bush. I peek through a window.
Mickaël touches Sarah, he grabs her… I start to get stressed but she is still lucid. I hear him say” Leave me alone ! »before pushing him away and reentering the house.
The evening takes an unpleasant turn
The rest of the evening tastes fun.
Some idiots put alcohol in a friend’s glasses, who can’t drink due to health problems. It’s up to me and my friends to warn her, take care of her when she panics…
The party planner doesn’t really help us. She is drunk and … when I tell her that Mickaël is crazy about Sarah, she doesn’t react. I suspect she’s “protecting” him because he’s his brother’s best friend, and that pisses me off.
I’m not exactly serene but in my countryside I just can’t walk home. Around five in the morning we settle down as best we can to sleep, sharing the few beds on the ground floor.
And who do I see lying there? Sarah, who tries to climb the stairs (even though it’s forbidden) and starts breaking her neck!
I am coming in extremis capture it to limit breakage, e here he falls asleep. On the stairs. Choose a bottle of orange juice. Clearly, her body let go.
My best friend and I decide to go see Loubna to ask her to make room for Sarah. We won’t leave her on the stairs anyway!
” Leave me alone… “
I go get a pillow… and again, when I roll over, it’s a catastrophe. Sarah has disappeared.
I hear his voice coming from an upstairs bedroom, where Mickaël, as “best friend of”, has the right to sleep. I distinguish:
” No, but leave me, leave me alone… »
I run to find the party planner and ask her to separate them. I’m afraid to intervene: I don’t know this boy, he’s drunk, I’m afraid he’ll come looking for me.
It’s hard to convince, I’m going crazy.
” There he will rape her. I swear. It’s not in good shape. »
He ends up dragging his feet, under pressure from me and my friends. She gets off again followed by Mickaël. I’m beside myself, I grab him and tell him:
“What were you going to do there? Were you about to rape Sarah? »
Answer me” No, you are lying », but has a small smile. And suddenly I’m very scared. Very scared of him.
We take Sarah and set her up next to one of my friends. Only when it gets dark do I allow myself to sleep, convinced that everything will be fine: Mickaël has come back up, there are many of us, we protect ourselves.
The next day, no consequences
The next day (or rather a few hours later), Sarah doesn’t remember anything. Not really anything upstairs – he missed the whole evening. Alcohol has erased his memory.
I try to talk to her, but she doesn’t really believe me. Especially in front of the organizer of the evening, who keeps saying that ” nothing happened, that’s fine », insisting a little too strongly.
I explain that I have no reason to lie, but I don’t know what else to do…
And here I am. Maybe I avoided a drama, a crime, at least for one night. But I won’t go to those kinds of parties again, that’s for sure.
Now I’ve resumed my life, I’m focusing on my high school diploma and the results of the Parcoursup… But I was very scared. And I hope there are people like me at every party.
This testimony is of public utility. Here are some resources for not stopping so well:
- Lafastod’s testimony intervened against a man who molested a teenage girl
- Why is it still so difficult to report sexual violence in France?
- 11 tips to avoid rape for rapists, not victims
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