Tick-tock, Tick-tock..

"You're a Mulvaney, you will be judged by different standards" (Oates 90).

Marianne begins to recall more and more lines of the horrible event that happened the previous night. Since getting home from the LaPortes', she had bathed twice. She stumbled into her friends house way after everyone else was in bed, in a torn dress and vomit dripping down the side of her mouth, legs bruised and out of breath. She needed to be clean, needed to scrub her body until she was raw. She felt like her innocence had been ripped from beneath her at the drop of a hat. Perfect little popular goody goody Marianne, stuck in this type of situation. How could someone hurt and abuse such a perfect child? She never thought that she would be taken advantage of, and neither did anyone in her family. No one could go as low as harming an angel.


"You know you want to, why'd you come with me if you don't?" (Oates 82).
"Nobody's gonna hurt you for Christ's sake get cool." (Oates 82).

Marianne's date offered to get her orange juice, and Marianne thought that there was no harm to it whatsoever.
WRONG.
He put alcohol in her drink, which made her loose her strong sense of awareness. The OJ stung the back her throat, unlike any kind of juice she's ever had before.
Why her? Why perfect little Marianne?


On a side note, everyone should be aware of this event. This could always happen to, obviously, anyone. Putting your drink down at a party = bad idea. Keep your drink with you at all times, therefore no one has a chance to drop something in it. Be aware of who you are with and your surroundings, when you get uncomfortable. Leave. The sooner the better. If Marianna had left when she first felt the sense of things going wrong, she would have never fallen into this ordeal.


The longer she lays in bed, the louder the clock gets.
Tick-tock, Tick-tock...