Nick gets out of the car and I follow him up to the house. The door opens. “Hey man.” “Hey,” Nick says back. Syells looks at me and raises a eyebrow “Wow even Miss Perfect is here”. I huff at him and brush past, Nick follows me.

 The instant I get inside the stench of sweat and alcohol hits my nostrils, I have to stop for a moment to get used to it. Nick pushes me forward, "come on" he says and enters the crowd of dancers, prancing around to the music. I try to follow him but end up getting beat around by people's bodies. Someone grinds on me and I let out a shriek in shock. Then Nick is there pulling me with him out of the crowd.

“Are you ok he asks?” “Yeah” I reply although I'm not quite sure. Wait here I'll get you something to drink he says and starts to turn and leave. I grab his sleeve “Wait no alc...” “I know.” He interrupts, “Don't worry.” Then he leaves me alone. I look around people are dancing in the middle of the room to the side I see multiple couples making out including boys making out with boys. My stomach turns this is wrong I should not be here I start to get up.

“Where are you going” Nick is behind me holding two drinks. "I… I was going to find you." I lie. “Oh well here I am,” he says and hands me one of the drinks. I look at it, it has a pink color. “Don't worry." He says looking amused “Its not drugged.” I raise it to my lips Nick watches me, I suddenly feel uncomfortable. I take a sip. A warm sensation fills my veins. “Oh” I take another sip. I look over at Nick “Like it?” He says smiling at me.

“Yeah it’s good.” My words start to slur and I become light headed. I stumble and put my hand up to the wall to steady myself. “What's wrong?” Nick asks still smiling but now it looks predatory. He looked dangerous. This was bad I thought to myself as everything started to blur together. The music became a smear of a background and the people dancing became smudges of color on a grey canvas. I look at Nick and see him smiling. Then everything went black.

I shiver I hated that part, last night after that I only remembered snippets and pieces of what had happened. I remember being in his car, I remember being in the backseat of his truck.

I remember him running his hands up and down my thighs. I remember him stripping me.

I remember my begging screams to stop. I remember him say things that I should not have heard him say.

Heard him say things he was going to do to me as he stripped himself bare.

I remember my hands being tied above my head and I remember him entering me. My screams… oh god i'm going to be sick.

“Miss. Silive are you feeling alright?” My head shot up Mr. White was looking at me. “May I please leave I don't feel good.” I ask. “Of course do what you must would you like someone to go with you?” “No thank you I'll just leave” I replied. With that I left the room with the eyes of everyone on me even the ones of the watery eyed strawberry boy.