Defiance

Chapter 1- Buzzing

Brynn POV

It was just another typical night for me. A night where I tried to get the buzz of the alcohol, boom of the bass, and high of the drugs to kill my thoughts before they killed me. I wasn't sure who's housse I was in or how I got there, but that was irrelavent. I opened the large black refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Jose Cuervo, popped the lid, and took a drink. It was like fire going down my throat, leaving a sort of numbness as it went. I had already had 3 beers and a margarita, if I couldn't get everything off my mind after this Jose Cuervo, I was doomed.

I set the bottle down and grabbed a red plastic cup and filled it with the burning liquid. I returned the cap onto its original bottle and put the almost empty bottle back into the fridge; still unsure of exactly who's alchohol I was consuming.

"Bryyyynnn!" Someone slurred my name out from across the living room. I couldn't see who it was because I could already feel the mixture of drinks in my stomach blurring my vision and colliding with the drugs I had taken. I left my cup on the island table in the kitchen and went into the raving living room which had now turned into a huge dance floor with girls in skimpy outfits were grinding on random guys they most likely have never met or will ever remember. I turned in every direction, trying to find who was calling my name. I felt a pair of hands grab my arm and pull me to the other side of the living room , instead of fighting against their grip, I followed. As we walked all I could tell is that it was a guy pulling me, and we were headed towards the backyard. As he slid open the sliding glass door and we walked outside, the sting of the cold, late night air hit me and awakened my senses, temporarily subduing the influences I was under. The masculine figure pulled me to a chair on the patio and sat down. That's when I got a clear look at his face.

"DEVONNN!" I half slurred, half yelled. Devon had dark brown hair with a few natural honey colored streaks, chocolate brown eyes that always had a friendly look in them, and he was my best gay friend. I sat on his lap and leaned my head into the underside of his chin and his shoulder. We sat like this for a while and just talked until I realized I left my drink inside.

"I'll be right back Dev, I forgot my drink inside" I said and he replied with a small nod, looking tired and high.

I walked inside and immediately located my drink. Instead of its original deep brown, musky color, it had changed to a light brown. Like coffee with too much creamer added. I dismissed the color and took a sip. I felt something like salt granules dribble down my throat with the drink. My worst mistake was disregarding it.

I walked back outside and sat in Devon' s lap. Some random person came around and he handed me a blunt. I took it, lit it, and took a few hits off it before Devon took it. We sat passing  blunt back and forth for a while before I started feeling weird.

"I'm gonna go in for a second be right back" I murmured in his ear.

"Okay, don't be too long tho, take too long and I'll come check on you."

I nodded my head and stumbled in. This effect wasn't from anything I had purposely consumed. Who put what in my drink? I didn't have much time to think, until I felt a strong grip on my arm and then I blacked out with a sudden pain on my cheek, as if someone hit me.

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