I walked into the crowed gym, and was instantly met with the pounding of the bass. The music beckoned me to dance. I resisted it's call, when I saw David, my one friend in this world.

"Amy!" He called " how have you been? You look great!"

"So do you!" I said taking in his outfit. He wasn't one to get dressed up, so he wore a t-shirt with a tuxedo printed onto it. It matched nicely with his stripped fedora, and dark jeans.

We talked for a while about heedless things, when the DC started to play slow music.

"Want to get some juice?" David asked

"Hell yeah." It was awkward to stand in the middle of the dance floor, with the couples swaying back and forth. I followed David to the refreshments table, and grabbed a cup of punch.

I turned around when someone tapped my shoulder, and shrieked when I saw that Kate had the punch bowl in her hands. I lifted up my arms infront to protect my head from the syrupy liquid. My plan was ineffective, because I became drenched in the drink.

Kate burst out laughing and everyone besides David, soon joined after. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, which quickly turned to anger. Before I could think it through, my fist flew up and slammed it in Kate's face. She screeched in pain, gaining everyone's attention.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I froze and looked at Kate's bleeding nose.

I practically flew out the gym, across the street and into my car.

As I was texting my mom saying that I was going to be home early, someone knocked on my window. Startled I looked up and saw Bens face staring at me, his eyes were red shot. Cautiously I rolled down my window.

"Hey, Ben! What's up? Long time no see eh?" I faked smiled.

"Did you punch my girlfriend?" He drunkenly slurred.

"No! I tried to give her a fist bump, but I missed.." I tried to explain.

I was scared of Ben, everyone was. He has been in jail several times now, but no one knew what the charges were for.

"I call BS! Now get out of the car." He demanded. I looked at his eyes, they were bloodshot. Dammit! He was really drunk.

"Um, no thank you." I started to roll up my window, but Ben reached his hand through it and unlocked the car. Before I could react he had opened the door and grabbed me.

"Let go! You're drunk! Don't do something you regret, I won't tell anyone if you, let me go!" I struggled against his grasp, but he managed to throw me onto the concrete.

I scrambled up from the ground -as quickly as I could in heels- and narrowly avoided a punch directed to my face.

"Stop! What are you doing?" I yelled. I tried to get in my car, but he grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground again. I knew I should've taken those karate classes.

Ben started to kick me in the stomach and ribs. I curled up into a fetal postion and tried screaming for help.

After a few minutes, he soon got tired and dragged me into the back seat of the car. I was too sore and in too much pain to move.