I was walking home one night, there was a peaceful cloudless sky with a glowing full moon, lighting the way. I was wearing my long black trench coat, my hands stuffed in my pockets and a black scarf wrapped around my neck.

It was a cool night, not too cold though. I could of gone without a jacket, but I felt the trench coat made me more threatening.

I normally carry a pocket knife on me, but I had forgotten it. But oh well, odds of getting jumped were slim.

A light breeze made the scarf flow behind me in small waves and my trench coat flapped lightly.

I was walking down the main road, and started passing the bar. Eh, could use a drink..

I got out my phone and texted my boyfriend who was at home. Hey, I'm getting a drink or two. I'll be home afterwards, just wanted you to know I'll be out a bit longer than expected.

I put my phone back into my pocket and walked inside. A few people looked up when they heard the bell ring after I opened the door. Most of them went back to their drinks, but there were a couple guys who seemed to stare at me.

I shrugged it off and walked to an open table in the corner of the bar, which was further away from all the talking people.

Someone approached the table and I ordered two vodkas. I felt my jeans vibrate and I looked at my phone, reading the reply.

Well ok.. don't overdo it though. Stay safe. Love you.

I smiled a little and put it back into my pocket. A few minutes go by and the bar tender returns, I start to pull my wallet from my pocket but he shakes his head, placing the drinks on the table and nodded his head subtly towards the direction of one of the guys who was staring when I walked in.

He was still staring now...

"Thanks." I gave a small tip to the tender and chugged one of my vodkas, looking subtly at the man staring at me.

My eyes widen when I feel my heart drop down to my feet. It can't be...

I pray that he doesn't realize I recognize him, and I try to drink this vodka more slowly. But I end up drinking it more quickly than I liked. I started to feel a bit dizzy and.. horny?

That bitch better not have spiked my drink or anything...

I get up and stumble a bit to the bathroom, I splash water at my face and take a deep breath, patting my cheeks while looking in the mirror.

I was only slightly drunk, not to the point where I wouldn't be able to get home. I could tell if I went over the limit of alcohol.

I turned and to my surprise the man who bought the glasses of vodka stood in my way. The bathroom at the bar was for both genders.. to my unfortunate timing.

I flashed a fake smile and tried to brush by, but he smirked at me and shoved me back into the bathroom. I stumbled back a little, looking at him with fear.

He closed the door and locked it with a key. How'd he get a key? Bribery or some shit??

Before I could realize what was happening I was pinned to a wall, being forced to drink something.

I followed my reflex which was to spit it out, but he held my lips shut.

He was smirking the whole time as he pinned me there with his body and forcing my lips shut. He was much stronger than me, and I couldn't free myself or make him let go of my lips.

"You better swallow... or I'll make you take it through a needle." His voice was rough and mean, but serious.

I hesitated before he slowly pulled out a used needle and I immediately swallowed the alcohol.

But I also immediately regretted it. My vision blurred a bit, and I felt fuzzy. Did he drug me??

"And before you get ideas, no. I didn't drug you." He started leading me to a corner. What he said next made me start struggling. "I just have you something to help you go longer."

I knew what this bastard meant. He pushed me into the corner, and he pressed his body against mine. He grinded his hard cock against me, and I bit my lip to keep back a moan.

Why am I enjoying this?! My boyfriend is waiting for me--

My thoughts were interrupted when he started kissing my neck. Soon he got my sweet spot and I couldn't resist it. I was horny when I got here, and whatever he gave me didn't help whatsoever.

Soon I moaned out loudly, using my hands to pull him closer. I wanted to, but I didn't.

He grinned and knew that he had me, I hated that. But I didn't think much of it.

He removed his shirt and mine, kissing all over me. He bit my side, leaving a hicky just under my ribcage. He quickly removed my pants, leaving me only in a bra. Then undid his zipper and pulled his pants down, but still had them on.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them up above me. He grinded on me a bit more, making me beg for it. I wanted it so badly, I was so wishing it was my boyfriend.. but it wasn't..

He then slid into me, making me gasp and moan. I moved my lower body towards him to give him more access. He then thrusted slowly into me, gradually going faster. I howled quietly, he groaned and growled, his grip on my wrists tightening.

Soon I felt a knot in my stomach, and I moan-howled as I released the knot. He also released his, but all over himself.

He pushed me to the ground and fixed his pants after cleaning himself. He had used his hand to taste the mix of him and myself.

I shook slightly, slowly realizing what had happened. The man now was acting drunk and high at once, he then beat me before leaving me alone on that cold floor.

After about half an hour, I went to the sink and washed myself off best I could and quickly got dressed.

I looked at my phone while I hurried towards home. One missed call and 8 new text messages from: 💜BF💜

I sighed and looked at the messages.

Hey, where are you? Are you still drinking??

I'm getting a bit worried, you don't ever stay at that place more than 30 minutes... it's been almost an hour..

Which bar are you at, please call me back...

Please... tell me the truth, are you.. done with me..?

Come home soon... we can talk about this..

Did I do something stupid...?

Are you... cheating on me...

Just come home... text or call me... or whatever...

I sigh, shaking terribly. I was in too much shock to feel any pain when the bastard beat me up. But I knew I was covered in bruises and I had a few places that were bleeding.

I text back, my fingers slowly typing out the words and sentences.

Hey... I'll be home in 5... something happened while I was at the bar... I'll tell you when I get home...

I started to type out, 'no, I'm not cheating' but decided not to add that. I pressed send and shoved it into my pocket, hugging myself tightly, despite it hurting my ribcage and arms.

Finally I got home, but I found a note on the table. I read it. Hey... I went out for a walk to try and clear my head. I didn't want to keep thinking you'd do something like cheating to me.. we love each other too much--

I had to stop reading because I couldn't see the paper anymore. My eyes were to blurred from my tears.

I took off my trench coat immediately and let the note fall. I ran to the bedroom and curled up in the blankets, (picture above) trying to make myself imagine my boyfriend hugging me instead of this stupid blanket.

I cried and cried. Why did I have to be this way?! Am I a whore... a bitch...? Why didn't I fucking go for a cheap shot at his crotch, my legs had a perfect leverage...

I cried harder and started to tremble horribly, imagining the worse when my boyfriend comes home and finds out what happened.

I heard a door shut and a soft, kind male voice call out, which belonged to the man I long to marry.. but chances now nothing, "I'm home, where are you?"

I didn't stop crying, I was wailing even. Soon he heard and ran to my side, rubbing my back. "Hey? What happened? Are you okay?"

My last moments with him... why did I fuck up the best thing to ever happen to me just cause some bastard from high school was in a bar and took advantage of me when I was fucking vulnerable?!