I didn't know where to find love, so I looked for it in a bottle of Vodka

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"Kiara! Hurry up and get your sexy ass out of the bathroom, you're coming either way. There's no escaping it." Lindsay screamed at me as she viscously assaulted the door which I gracefully and thankfully locked.

If I didn't then that Insane thing I call my friend ,would be all over me.

"Coming." my words regretful, hands abroad and nervous as I click the lock to the side and turned the grey nob door handle sideways

It quickly opened, as I stepped out of my little safe place and into the light of there never changing opinionative gazes.

"Per..fucking..fection"Jarred anointed making me do a spin to get a full view of my little black dress, a flimsy piece of fabric that clung close to my body.

By flimsy I mean I looked like a stripper.

The dress, although looked presumptuous on me was not a hideous dress. But it wasn't even mine, good thing. If it was It would have been in the garbage shoot a long time ago.

The tight dress restricting my movement and giving me a fear that if I move too much I will rip the seams. It was so tight that if I did the splits not only would I rip my asshole but the dress would completely split in half.

"I can barely even breathe." My words choke and my two friends just laugh and continue to try on dresses in Lindsay's case and pants and shirts in Jarred's case.

"It's all about the cause, you look like a slut and guys want that" Lindsay smiled looking at me as she slipped on a LOWCUT dress, her boobs almost going flying. The only reason I Even know Lindsay is she was my collage roommate; before I dropped out and she got kicked out for sleeping with teachers. She was how do I say this nicely; a whore.

I mean she was...okay sometimes, but her confidence was sky high and she found way to much pleasure in contouring her boobs that I didn't even wanna try to tell her they looked like a makeup truck crashed into a flat wall.

"woman are not just...sexdolls." I dared to say, which only caused her to laugh.

"Well you definitely should be." Her laugh echoing around the room. "With All your self proclaimed virginity, it is really staring to piss me off, plus it scares away men. Like we get it Kiara Jesus." Lindsay smiled as she said those words, yet they were so full of toxicity, not even the brightest of smiles could have covered it. "No one will want to fuck you, let alone be with you if you are so..." she cut off her words to look me up and down.

"...you," She smirked, like the most venomous of snakes.

But I guess that was the difference between me and Lindsay. I won't silence myself, or change myself, for a man.

Jerred was a whole different story, he was that way to 'nice' gay guy who would give you his car if you needed it. But his "bag list" as you would call it was probably longer then the scroll of destiny, but he didn't flaunt that fact. He just was, way wayyyyy to attached to Lindsay that he couldn't even see how she drags him by a collar and leash.

That sounds kinky but trust me if you saw them you would quite literally gag.

But me... I was the, how would you say...extra? Yah extra friend in this 3 part friendships. Jarred being Lindsay's very own gay best friend while I was just their extra piece.
The Walmart to their Gucci.

Which I was fine with, because I didn't really love there company, but hanging around with them was better then dying of boredom and drinking myself away in my house. And once I start drinking I find it hand to stop myself.

I find it hard to be alone, and I knew that these two wouldn't put up with me if I was myself, so I said all the words I wanted to curse at them in my head.

But they still were very loud, annoying , and boy crazed little shits. I hated men, they were a waste. All they have wanted from me is sex, and sex is one thing I have never wanted from any of them.

Penis enters vagina, feels like shooting stars and blah blah blah.

"Can we go now?" I mustered with what you could say a little bit of attitude as I stick to being my spicy self.

Lindsay rolled her eyes as she stood up. Glancing at her self she reaches into her bra and picks up her boobs more then needed, her tits looking like they were about to bursts.

Walking to her *fake* Gucci purse tussling around In it and giving me a innocent smile as she pulled out lipstick and lined her arch bowed lips.

"You're the DD!" she screamed shortly after, while grabbing Jarred's hand swiftly and running screaming towards her car that's parked in the long driveway. Did I mentioned Lindsey was rich, like crazy rich. But it was all her daddies money.

I honestly don't know why she has counterfeit brands, probably because she BUYS AND RESELLS THEM FROM A LOT MORE MONEY, but that's just my guess. Maybe I'm wrong.

Signing I gripped the keys in my hand. I have to be the designated driver again, Fucking whores.

The drive is short, loud and very annoying. Filled with screams about how we were going to get drunk, fucked and party until our asses fall off. "No, just you guys" I wanted to say but I didn't.

The club we were headed to—club minxs—was the biggest club in New York. Anyone who was anyone has been there at some point.

The loud pumping music from the club filled my ears as the three of us walked through the doors, the security at the doors not checking our ID's but instead checking our body's

"Sexual pigs" a whisper plays in my lips as I'm dragged to the bar, Instantly being left alone by my two friends leaving me regretfully alone in a social setting that I hate.

"Aye sweety what will it be?" a bartender ask, leaning over the counter. Green Hair shaved on both sides as tattoos covered everywhere I could see.

"Um, just a coke, please. I'm a recovering alcoholic"

He laughed at my answer making me feel even worse and uncomfortable. "You the D driver? if you are, aye baby that sucks"the man cracks sliding the drink down to me, my hand catching it. But what he doesn't know is that I actually am an alcoholic

Surprise bitch

"Yeah My friends they ditched me and so now I'm just..."I say glad that I got someone to talk to

"Yah yah ok I got to go but if you want to fuck tonight, my shift is out at 3" he interrupts, giving me a nod of his head before sliding down to a group of attractive woman waiting to be served.

"Just great,"I say tapping my nails on the flat surface, stray pieces of my black hair falling into my eyes as my head is down. "You'd have a lot more fun here if you weren't alone" a voice came from beside me and I looked over, a man early thirties, thick blond hair and tattoos of plenty. Does everyone have tattoos here like Jesus.

"Excuse me?"I say and he smiles "a pretty girl like you...shouldn't be alone."

Taking a sip from my drink I smile Sarcastically . "I'm quite alright thanks."

"No way I'm letting your beauty go to waste tonight" he smiled as I stared at him, his hand sliding down to my ass grabbing it.

"What the fuck do you...."I yelled but my head started to spin, and he covered my mouth quickly. My nerves on fire I bite his hand, and taking my knee and hitting him where the sun doesn't shine. Scared and panicked, my breath racing. My head flashing with exhaustion.

using my eyes scanning the crowd to find the two people I had entered the establishment with.

"We need to l-leave." I say in a stutter grabbing their shoulders and turning them to face me. Their faces held distaste and anger. "A man he...he was touching me and I—"

"Oh come on, you are practically begging for attention in that dress." She scoffed, and Jerred laughed.

The dress you told me to wear?

"Can we just leave?" I repeated. "Something doesn't feel right, I think that man was..."

"You are probably just imaging it, have you been drinking? God knows you love to do that." Her words pierced that armour shield I had.

She knew how hard it was for me to quit drinking.

I couldn't think, and I went to open my mouth—but her words cut me off. "We aren't leaving bitch. You are such a fucking pussy Kiara. Such a god damn thorn in my side. Deal with whatever issues you have yourself. Im done playing as your mommy" Lindsay growls as I look over at Jarred who has the same emotion as hers plastered on his dumb face.

"Fuck you two"I growl turning on my heels, and exiting the club. Stumbling around on my feet.

I should have seen this coming, how could I have been so stupid.

Oh...I was drugged, with what I don't know.The neon lights of the sign fading into the distance, but they were still so bright as everything around me was on fire. Every light I past was blurry and ten times brighter then normal.

I practically stumbled my way to the car, terrified.
My arms wrapped around my body as the chilled wind rushes over me the cool January temperatures chilled and dry. My feet tripping all over themselves.

"Shit"my words loud as I grip at my hair. I could feel my body wanting sleep, throwing open the door I put the keys in the engine.

My body shaking as I reverse, and pull out onto the roadway. I was in no way, in driving condition, but fear had taken over ever part of me.

But it was when I felt the cold barrel of a gun on the back of my head that really scared me. I felt breathing on the back of my neck, unfamiliar.

"Pull off under the overpass." He said, his voice laced with evil.

"wha-what?," I stutter as I gripped the steering wheel harder. Looking into the drivers mirror I tried my best to get a description of the man; just in case I fucking die.

Black haired man, shades covering his eyes and tattoos sprouting from the collar of his shirt. It looked like the butt of a sword.

"A-are you going to kill me?" I asked. I have heard of these stories before, I was so stupid to leave the car unlocked.

"Pull. Off." He growled, as he pushed the gun into the back of my skull.

So I pulled off, turning and stopping and for a brief moment he took away the gun. So I used this, and quickly threw open the door and turned on my heels and I ran, I ran as fast as I think I have ever before. This isn't how I was going out. But my body couldn't resist the drug in my system.

What I failed to see was the second man, waiting for me in the darkness. My cars headlights blinding me just as I run into the second man's chest.

Both of their eyes on me as they laughed as the drugs started to collapse me.

The world a blurry mess, as I fought to keep my eyes open.

"She's a pretty one, but she won't last a second-" and that was the last thing I heard before my world faded to black and I felt myself getting dragged back to my car and my body being lifted and tossed into the back.