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began to move her eyebrow up and down, ‘you know what…”  If you don’t get that, then god bless you.

 

I stood up and stretched as I finally got a good look at Sarah. Her bleached hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore a tight pink dress with 3 inch heels. I don’t even know how she walks in those death traps…

Her skin was unbelievingly tanned and I bet if I ran my finger over her complexion, the spray paint will come off. How she had time to do that is also beyond my comprehension. I guess her sense of style for herself will never change…

 

We both exited the house after locking it and duck taping the hole from earlier. It was only a temporally measure, though I was sure Miss Knight will handle any intruders with her freaky skills.

“Let’s go to my house and take my car” Sarah said as she flicked her hair. “Because no offense but your car is so old”. How am I not to be offended by that?

 

“No” I said as I crossed my arms and froze in front of my truck. “I am not getting in your hideously bright pink car”.  She looked offended for a moment, before she sneered and began walking in the direction of her place. “Fine” she snapped, “I’ll just go get my car and use it myself”. Wow, someone’s crabby…

 

“Fine. And don’t have any alcohol” I yelled with equal annoyance and crabbiness. The only response I got was her rude finger.

 

I opened the door to my car and got into the driver’s seat, relaxing into the comfort of the worm out leather. Huffing out a breath I realized one thing that could cause serious problems. I didn’t know the address…

Embarrassed, I began pondering about just ditching and staying home. Sarah probably wouldn’t mind, right? I mean I don’t owe her or anything…but she did put a lot of effort and….no I don’t have to go….still I’ll feel bad…Ah!

In the end I decided to go but I didn’t want to hurt my pride by calling her, because to me that would be like waving a banner and singing I’m inferior to her. No way was I going to do that, call it nerds pride or whatever. So I just stuck to driving aimlessly around the streets.

I suppose part of me wished that I’ll never find it and that it was like in Mexico, but another part of me, the more sensible side told me I had to go. Because Sarah was pregnant, and I couldn’t have her endangering herself.

 

It didn’t take long to locate the place, with all of the lights and pumping music. Even in the car, parked 10 meters away I could feel the vibrations. I sat there numbly and couldn’t help but feel a bile rise up. I’ve never done this before, I’ve never been to a party and I’ve never give a damn. But here I am, sitting a few minutes’ walk from it. It also didn’t help that this party wasn’t just a small gathering but a whole mansion rocking, music pumping and grinding body’s party. Just imagine what’s going to happen on the dance floor. I’m winking and raising my eyebrows people.

 

Taking a deep breath, I began doing math’s equations in my head. It’s something I tend to do when I get overly nervous, and especially in situations like this. I’m not really that much of a known person among the student body and thus for this I don’t really get invited to the ‘it’ party’s. Or if I am, I tend not to go.

 

Signing I looked into the review mirror and gave myself a self-talking. You can do this…you’ve come this far, and Sarah needs you. Who knows what she’s doing in a time like this….

 

I took a deep fortifying breath and opened the car door, my heart thumping in my chest like I was going to rob a bank. This is it. Slowly, but surely I made my way towards the grinding bodies at the front and the people making out. It was a wonder how the neighbors never complain, because if Miss Knight was making this much noise, I’ll have an officer waiting outside her door. Though it is Miss Knight…

 

I took a breath as the strong stench of beer wafted up my nose. Oh I can’t do this. I’ve always been a mummy’s girl…but Sarah. At least I have to find her then I can leave. Yes, that’s it. I’ll just find her and then take her home, even if I have to gag and drag her.

 

With this new thought in my mind I took one last cleansing breath and clutched my purse tighter, before pushing my way through. I felt hands trying to grab me as I made it into the large sitting room, a Katy Perry song vibrating through the house. Sticking to the corners like a ninja I crawled through the shadows. I didn’t want to be noticed.

 

I stopped in the farthest corner and peered over the heads, going on my tepee toes and trying to see Sarah. I looked for her bleached blonde hair and unmistakable pink dress but I couldn’t find her. Signing I made my way towards the kitchen, where the smell of alcohol was stronger.

 

CHIPS.

 Yum. Walking towards it I picked one up but something seemed odd. Then when I placed it into my mouth I knew it was spiked. Gagging I spat it out and into my hand and began coughing madly. Some people stopped to give me odd looks but I ignored them and made my way towards the tap. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard I filled it with water and gulped it down in one go. Damn, I forgot they spiked the food…

 

What a waste of food I thought with great regret.

 

Giving up on the search downstairs I began to feel the urge to go to the toilet. I looked around with uncertainty and wondered around aimlessly for the cubicle to pee. When I found one, there was a long line of girls with miniskirts and cropped tops waiting. I bet they didn’t even want to go to the toilet but just use the mirror. Rolling my eyes I knew there was no point waiting here when the line seemed to be getting longer.

There’s an upstairs toilet right? This is a freaking mansion and I may come across Sarah…

 

It was good thought and leaving the line behind I located the stairs and climbed to the second story. People were dangling of the railing and making out, and some girls were even pole dancing. Yuck, have some decency!

 

I stuck to the edge and managed to squeeze my way through, barely avoiding being squashed by a couple having intercourse. Though it was a relief to be upstairs. There was less people here and only the few scattering of couples. Most of the bedroom doors were locked shut and noises came from behind…I don’t even want to think about what they’re doing.

 

It was also more dimly lit here with more shadows, and as I walked further into the house I couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching me. But I was probably acting paranoid…I hope. When I turned yet another corner, I knew I was lost. How could this house be so BIG! And what was with these turns?

 

It was ages before I found a bathroom, and I wanted to sing because I thought I was going to pee in my undies. Going inside I did my business and looked at my reflection. I didn’t look any different from when I left the house, only a bit more flushed because of the heat. I opened my purse and was going to suck up my pride and call Sarah when there was a sudden knock on the door. I placed the phone back as the screen flashed on and signaled I had a message from Sarah. I wanted to check it but I couldn’t as the knocks began becoming more insistent. “Ok” I called, “I’m coming”.

 

I turned the lock and opened the door only to be grabbed and shoved back roughly. I didn’t even have time to respond or scream as the person clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me against the bathroom wall. I thrashed out as I dropped my purse and glasses before my eyes widened as a guy’s face leered at me. Oh my God, help me.

 

I felt tears blur my vision as the person forced their lips onto my neck and began sucking harshly. I cried out into his hand as I tried to hit him with my hands. But he was built like a brick house and I was built like a baby lamb. I was defenseless and he knew it. Why did I have to go to the toilet?

 

I could tell he was getting annoyed with the fertile attempts made by me, as he pushed more forcefully that my back was flat against the wall. Please, I wanted to cry, stop!

I could smell the staleness of beer waft up my nose as he laughed in my face and began feeling me up. He grabbed my butt and squeezed and I couldn’t help but think I hate parties and this was why I never came. “Come on, don’t be like that baby” he cooed in his ruff voice as his lips brushed my forehead.

 

I prayed to every living thing I know and promised I’ll be nicer to Sarah if I make it out of this, when I saw my opportunity. His hand had slackened around my mouth as he tried to remove my clothes, and biting really hard on his hand, he let go enough for me to scream. I screamed like I never have before, more than I screamed when I broke my leg in fourth grade or when a spider was sleeping next to my face.

 

SLAP.

 

My head crashed to the side and bounced of the wall as the stinging sensation formed pin pricks against my skin. I knew there was going to be a bruise and my head began to painfully thrum. “You shouldn’t have done that” he muttered into my ear with menace that I felt shivers run up my spine. I knew tears were streaming down my face as I realized the hopelessness of my situation. No, I screamed internally, please stop, when he grabbed my neck and began squeezing.

 

I felt Goosebumps rise on my skin like pimples as I stared blankly ahead when he began kissing my throat again. He bit hard onto the tender skin and I whimpered pathetically. Forget pride, I would scream and run naked down the street just to get him to stop.

 

He was going for it. His hands moved to take of my dress but before he could he was flung to the side. I crumpled the floor without the support and began coughing violently as air rushed back to me. I stared to the side to see a muscular back beating the shit out of the guy. His muscles rippled in the navy blue shirt as he kept pounding away. Even though I knew the guy deserved it, I couldn’t deal with a blood bath. I reached my hand across and touched the guys back gently. He jolted forward as he glanced back. “Stop” I whispered and even though I couldn’t see him because of the tears, I thought I saw his face softened.

 

The guy on the floor scrambled up in the distraction and bolted out of there. I thought he sneered at me and made a nasty comment before he disappeared with a limp behind the door. I sat silently as I picked up my glasses and wiped my eyes, drying them on my hands which were shaking. I placed the glasses firmly on my face when I was sure the tears had stopped and looked up to see the guy inspecting me from across the toilet.

 

He was hot.

 

He had shaggy

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