It's been a few hours and I'm done cleaning the room and taking a shower. While sifting through the mails on my phone, I hear the door click open and a slender, beautiful girl wanders inside. Her lilac hair is the first thing that catches my attention.

"Holy Mother of...this room smells like fucking garden. Did I walk into the wrong room?" she exclaims, looking around and then her gaze lands on my bed, and then on me. "You must be my new roommate. Did you...do all this?" she asks comically.

"As a matter of fact I did. Do you even clean your room?" I arch a brow questioningly.

"Nice to meet you too, sis." she snorts, plopping on the bed and I get back to my business. "So how do you find this place so far?"

"Good." I answer nonchalantly and she looks at me, I eye her back quizzically and she smiles.

"I'm sorry, where are my manner! I'm Kristina Martinez, but friends call me Kristy."

"It's nice to meet you, Kristy, I'm Jessica Dawson." I say evenly and she looks at me for a beat.

"Do you have any plans for the evening?"

"I do now." I smile genuinely.

She grins. "Awesome."

Okay, so Kristy just revealed her big plan for the evening and I'm already skeptical about the whole thing because...I've never been to a club before. After a long moment of contemplation, I decided for a pair of denims and a tee with a denim jacket and for a moment of honesty, it's indeed exhilarating to try something completely new. I just hope I'm not imposing.

Kristy looks beautiful in her halter dress, with her lilac hair so sleek and down her shoulders and her freckles around her nose ring. I wish I were so bold with my taste of attires; she pulls off the look so well.

A knock on the door catches me off guard. "It must be Mason. He's our ride." Oh.

Grabbing my purse on the go, I head out and lock the door with my set of keys. Strolling behind the two as they talk indistinctively.

"She looks a lot like..."

"I know, shut up." Kristy snaps and now I'm frowning.

Something is clearly going on. Mason is sturdy with piercings and tattoos; it's scary to the limit that demands my ignorance.

"Is it gonna be a long drive?" I ask nonchalantly and Mason turns his gaze on me.

"Not really, just a couple of blocks down the street."

"Oh, all right." I gaze out of the window from the backseat of Mason's car and grin to the night city, taking in the view and admiring the pedestrians on the sidewalk pacing with their busy lives.

There are several conversations on the table to indulge into but I'm a comfortable listener. The drive is short and after the vehicle halts, I slide out of the car and drop my keys on the asphalt ground.

Sighing inwardly, I crouch down to fetch the keys with my humming nerves.

"Are you alright there?" I fidget things when I'm jumpy.

"Yeah, I am. Just some old habits," I smile sweetly at Kristy as she paces at me and I drop my keys in my purse carefully.

"Let's get in."

Hot Mama is newly constructed with bouncers and a vast dance floor with great music. People are dancing like there's no tomorrow and the crowd is thrumming with energy when we make it to a quaint booth where the rest of the crowd is.

"Hey y'all!" Kristy's arms lift to the air as she greets everyone and I look at them frantically for a beat as Kristy introduces me to her squad and Mason takes his seat across the table. Is it just me or this too awkward? Oh lordy!

"Would you like a drink?" A handsome stranger inquires as I take my seat beside Kristy.

"I don't drink." I say sweetly and he studies my face.

"How about a mocktail?" he asks.

"Sure give her some orange juice," Some random girl with stripped blue hair remarks in a snarky tone and I scowl at her.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" I shoot point blank and she rolls her eyes.

"Don't mind Sasha," Kristy says and I look away.

"So?" The handsome man prods; his caramel eyes are vivid.

"She doesn't want a fucking drink, Ryan." Sasha snaps and I raise my brows questioningly. What's her problem anyway?

"I don't mind a drink." Just to prove a point. Ryan splits into a grin and I smile sweetly.
He has piercings too, on his eyebrow and several tattoos; a well built body and a charming smile.

"So I was wondering....if you'd like to join me to a party in my friend's place tomorrow night."

"Sure," What have I got to lose anyway?

By the time I finish my glass of gin and tonic, I'm laughing and tipsy. I talk to other guys too. Ryan is a great company one could ask for. It isn't until later Kristy and I hit the dance floor, gossiping and swaying our bodies to the beat of the music.

"I need another drink, do you want one too?" Kristy asks as we exit the dance floor and I feel my feet giving in.

"You don't have to ask."

"You ladies wanna grab a bite? We ordered some pizza and fries." Ryan advances to us and I realize just how famished I am.

"Told you it's gonna be fun." Kristy bumps her shoulders to mine and I chuckle.

"It sure is." I join the rest of them in the booth.

I'm on my third drink and I'm tipsy.

"Would you like some fresh air?" Ryan inquires and I avert my gaze on the flashing lights on the dance floor.

"I'd love to. Why don't you head outside and I'll join you in a while?" I rise to my feet and push my way to the restroom.

My nostrils sting to the abrupt pungent smell of vomit across the floor and I pinch my nose close; the sight is enough to throw me off the edge. I tread in carefully, ignoring everything with my well-being and squeeze into a stall.

After finishing my business, I wash my hands and hear a click of the door opening. Pivoting, I spot a tall man with piercings on his lower lip waddling his way to the ladies restroom, staring at me in a way that successfully freaks me out.

It takes me a moment to realize that he is proceeding further towards me. Uh...crap.

How am I the only person in this room besides this scary man? He grabs my wrist tightly before I can move and my blood runs cold.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a shaky voice that's barely audible. I'm tipsy and my stomach is in knots.

"How much I love whores like you.." Excuse me? This dude is nuts. "I'll make it quick and nice..."

"Whoa. Back the fuck up." I snap, pushing him aside but his grip tightens around me further. What the...he smells like alcohol and perhaps pot; I can't tell. Oh my freaking God? He isn't in his senses to begin with.

"You'll like it...come here..." I struggle out of his grip but he is too strong for me. I want to scream but nothing leaves my throat. "It won't hurt...I'll make it quick."

There's no freaking way this can be happening. A sick feeling twists my gut and remains as tears dart the corners of my eyes.

He moves me with a thud, pinning my hands to the door of the stall behind me, never letting go of my wrists.

"What are you even doing?" I move my head away from him but he adjusts closer and presses his hips to mine. Damn it. "Leave me the hell alone." I bite out harshly and sneers nastily.

"I can show you a great time tonight." I don't know what gives him the impression that I'm available like that. His dark irises are unnaturally dilated and my stomach drops.

I try to move my leg but he blocks my movements. I dart my gaze around in a failed attempt to spot anything to hit him with but I'm dizzy and sick with the alcohol.

"No please leave me alone," I whisper hopelessly, practically begging and he scoffs.

"Your cunt must be so tight and ready." He hisses through his teeth as I feel his hot nasty breath against my cheeks. Ew. Gross, too gross!

My gaze averts towards the door, silently hoping for someone to magically show up but it never happens. I'm drunk, sick and scared. I stare at the heaven above, sending up a thousand of silent prayers for this man to stop but he rubs his erection on my stomach. This is worse than my nightmare.

"Get off me," I demand almost loudly, bursting to a sob as bile rises to my throat. And before I know another thing, I hear the door open followed heavy footsteps and something jiggling, keys? I can't tell. But before I could avert my gaze on the person, the nasty man knocks my head on the door of the stall and a sharp ache pounds down my head, making it impossible for me to open my eyes and balance myself steadily.

And while I try to gather my strength at all, I trip from the vomit on the floor and land on my back with a thud. I hear some man cursing viciously, distantly while the monster groans and squeals in pain.

Nothing seems to register clearly with my head spinning. I want to thank the person but everything goes blank and dark as I collapse on the floor.

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