Jason

chapter 2

"Don't you think you've taken enough alcohol?" he raised his eyebrow as he bent down a little to my height. His voice so supercilious, showing contemptuous indifference and arrogantly superior. The way he spoke, you could easily tell he wasn't the loquacious type. "You're clearly too young to be here". I put my hands on my hips clearly annoyed with his statement.
"You asked a question earlier and you addressed me as Mrs, so what makes you think I'm young?" I scoffed. Twenty-one years of age isn't a small age. I was three years above the legal age. And he clearly wasn't the first person telling me how small my frame was. But I wasn't expecting it from a man like him. He adjusted his shirt and stood straight. He had a smooth shaped beards, his eyes that sparkled with mirth, which flickered with curiosity. He seemed to have a dashing personality with a cosmic smile. He had a viking gold hair that moderately fell on his forehead. He was probably a model, his brown eyes were orbed round and darted peacefully. A gleam with a delight and the vigour of youth. I starred at him deeply. "Be careful, your back view is drawing a lot of attention to you"
I thought I wore something less attractive. Just a simple gown, above my knees. Most people I've met usually tell me about my behind and how well rounded it is. Well, maybe it's because I was born to a Nigerian dad and an american mother. I must have gotten that from my dad considering how a lot of women have massive behinds in Africa. My mixed skin and race got most of my friends thinking. I looked at the white guy in front of me, and he could tell I was scared. Well, I was. That was my first time in a club and I just didn't feel secure when I heard him say the word 'rape'. I decided to shake off the fear "I'm going it get another drink, care to join" I smiled. He looked at me like I had gone mental. He didn't reply, so I walked away and went to the bar. I requested for another bottle of tequila and began to gulp again. My life was becoming pathetic and it became worse day by day. "Haven't you drank enough?" The bartender politely asked and I smiled "well, thinking too much about life itself can be harmful" he probably didn't understand what I said, and I decided to finish my drink. I forced myself to stand up. I was pressed, and I decided to asked him to direct me to the restroom. I was clearly wasted and I could pass out anytime from now. I searched for the closet which seemed like an endless journey. On getting there I saw some guys at the front of the restroom. The restroom was a mixed one, invariably both genders could use it. "Hey pretty" one of the guys walked up to me. I ignored him and continued walking to the opened door I saw. "come on babe, your ass can help to calm my nerves down, don't you think?" he stopped me from walking. "I need to use the restroom" my voice became progressively slurry, my vision a bit blur. I pushed him with my right palm, but he didn't move. "Stop being hard" he held my both arms firm. His grip on me was painful. I wriggle out of his grip, but it didn't work. Before I could say a word, he forced his lips into my mouth so painfully while he gripped me at the back. I must have probably bled. He motioned his other hand towards my butt cheeks and squeezed so dolefully. I tried to move but I couldn't. He dragged me to the counter and pulled my zip down. I begged him to stop but he kept nibbling on my neck. I tried my best to stop him, but the pain I felt were too much for me to fight back, and the flashbacks started to reminisce as the tears rolled down. Although I was drunk, I didn't want my first to happen that way.

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