I walked into a room of loud college students. They were all high, drunk, or both. I knew a few of them: Elijah, my best friend, had stayed home that night -- he was smart. I, on the other hand, not so much. I had started to assume he had just fallen asleep on a couch next to his girlfriend. The loud noise here gave me a headache. One of my other friends walked up to me. I could only make out a few words before he passed out right in front of me. I looked around, trying to find my girlfriend, Christina. We had been dating for a few months, growing very close. I had noticed some strange vibes from some people before the party really got underway. I noticed her half passed out, being forced to dance with some dude. I marched over there, feeling my inner rage about to burst.

"What the Hell are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm dancing with this chick." The guy replied. He was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and a white t-shirt. He had some sort of "fancy" shoes on. He had brown hair and looked like he was a jock.

"Hhiii....Ryann...." Christina said in a slurred tone.

She was drugged in some way. I could just feel it. I was sure that the guy had put something in her drink.

"Wait, do you know her?" The guy said.

"Yeah, she's my Girlfriend," I said in an angered tone. I started to clench my hands into fists.

"Well, she isn't your girl anymore, she is mine now."

With my hand in a fist, I punched him straight in the face, he landed on the ground. As he started to get up, he grabbed a baseball bat.

"You really, shouldn't have done that..." He said, wiping the blood from around his mouth.

Knowing something like this would happen, I grabbed my butterfly knife from my pocket. I flipped it open, ready for a fight.