My bridesmaids and MOH planned me the most amazing bachelorette weekend. Seriously. It was everything I wanted – paint night, Mexican food, a nice club, and getting me colossally drunk (with my permission, of course… no one was slipping me alcohol!) They even rented a hotel room so we could take an Uber back and not worry about getting home whilst still sloppy drunk.
Well, the night went perfectly until we got back to the hotel. I was by far the drunkest – they succeeded in their goal for sure. A few guys (claiming to be on a “guys weekend” gift from their wives) across the hall saw our door open – we were waiting for pizza – and came in and congratulated me/us. They had beers in a cooler and offered us some, but we declined. We asked them to leave because we were tired, and they did.
As the left, one of my friends, let’s call her Anne, said she wanted to go out for a cigarette. Not unusual behavior for her, especially after a night of drinking. At this point, I was exhausted and passed out in bed.
This is where things went awfully, horribly wrong. Anne went out to get cigarettes across the street with one of the guys, they smoked (again, not weird for her to bond over a smoke with fellow smokers in the designated areas…), and they went back up to their rooms.
Side note here, she forgot her phone when she went out. When she didn’t come back after ~15 minutes, my other bridesmaids called the front desk and went down and asked the man at the desk if she had left, if she hadn’t returned. They checked cameras, she had come back inside. This is when they started really looking, and why we feel guilty…
Somehow, she wandered into their room instead of ours and two of the other men in the room sexually assaulted her. The original guy woke up, made them stop, and carried her back to our room and made sure she got inside.
I woke up to one of my best friends crying hysterically in the bathroom. We spent the night/morning making statements to the police, and sat with her in the hospital for hours as we waited for them to process her statements, breathalyzer, condition, and collect everything for a rape kit.
I’m sorry to be a downer, really I am everyone 🙁 I just don’t know what to do from here. Friends, aunts, etc, are of course asking about my bachelorette and I can’t tell them. The night is forever tainted. Selfishly, I want a do-over so we can go back in time and not go to that hotel. I wanted happy memories, damn it. and now we have to live with the knowledge that one of our best friends was assaulted because of my bachelorette.
I’m not even sure if she’ll be able to be in the wedding at this point. I could NOT care less about having a lopsided number of attendants – it’s knowing WHY she might not be able to be in the wedding that truly hurts.
What the heck do I do? 🙁