"Hey wanna go to a party tonight?" Molly asked.

"Sure."

"Great!"

"Who's house is it?"

"David's..."

"Wait...David Hale?

"Yea..."

"Um..."

"o
Oh come on, you don't even have to talk to him. Your 18! Just go to the party and hang out. He was so many years ago."

I thought back to the times I shared with David and smile on the inside. But then my birthday...ugh no, no bad thoughts.

"Ok, I will go" I smile.

Later we get to the party. Everybody its holding a red Solo cup of alcohol and I was handed one when I walked in. I clutched the drink and looked at it.

Should I drink? But I don't wanna turn into...you know what. I will try it. One drink is ok.

I sip the liquid. It was warm and stale...I took another sip and before I knew it there was no more left. My thoughts were clouded since I wasn't used to the alcohol.

I stumbled over to the dance floor and got lost in the music and was handed another cup and drank it gone. I was totally drunk.

Some sexy guy came behind me and grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him while we danced.

"Hey baby lets get out of here." He said soft and sexily in my ear.

"Where we going?" I giggled. He smiled and pulled me by my hand up the stairs and to an empty room.

He quickly found my lips with his and pushed me up against the wall kissing my deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he ran his hands up my shirt. I broke away and pulled it off...

I got home late. Like 4 in the morning late. And I was drunk as fuck. I stumbled into my room and closed the door.

Collapsing on the bed I had thoughts of drunk sex as I drifted off to sleep.

I wake up with a killer hangover. My head was pounding.

How did dad ever do this?

I went to use the restroom and I saw blood in my skirt.

Omg my period doesn't start for like two weeks!

But it was all dry blood and it wasn't bleeding anymore.

Thoughts of last light rushed into my pounding head.

I lost my virginity...he didn't use a condom...oh no...God no...im never drinking again!

I cry and let the hot water of the shower wash away the tears. Then I go and sulk in my room.

Sitting on my bed in just my towel I look out the window.

Shit...

I never told her...

When she started seeing the signs she lost faith in me. She was angry and knew she didnt raise me this way...

Nine months later..

I was a mother.