You're Mine

No.2

I lay on my bathroom floor. I immediately stand up. I grab my phone to check the time. 10:36. "Shit!" The night was such a blur. I hardly remember what the fuck I was drinking, which strip we went to, WHO WE WERE WITH!?! But the only thing I actually remember was THE guy.

My head spins from me trying to recall the night before. I must've been on something or my drink was probably laced. I should call Natalie. She was with me. I remember she picked me up. She must remember since I am the one who's heavy on drinking.

"But first I need to shower. And what the fuck am I doing on my bathroom floor☠️" I thought to myself.

I slowly walk out on the marble floor. The cold ground brings me a shiver. I slide my sliding door to my room and walk towards my room. All of a sudden, I notice my room. It's a mess. All of my clothes were on the floor. I was so lost . Confused trying to conclude what happened to my dress. I walk over to my bed to see it messed up. Like fucked up.

So I get drunk then fuck a dude, and somehow end up on the floor!?!??!! "Okay. Just calm down. WAIT. Did I consent!?? Omfg ." I yell out loud. I'm almost bawling my eyes out when something catches my eye.
A jacket. A black, leather jacket. Under my bed. I pick it up immediately. Try to find anything that can lead me to who it is; a wallet, a phone, maybe even a card, SOMETHING THAT CAN TELL ME WHO IT BELONGS TO.
Nothing.
Except for when I feel inside the inner pocket. A note. Kinda crumpled ass sticky note. I open it to find an address. I'm baffled. It seems so sketchy like who the actual fuck writes an address on a sticky note, with absolutely nothing else??
I go back to the restroom to grab my phone and call Natalie. The phone rings. I anxiously wait for her to answer on the other line.
Finally on the last ring, she barely answers. "Hello!? Natalie?." I exclaim. "Hey. Girl omfg I was gonna call you about last night-" I cut her off with, "GIRL DO U REMEMBER WHO WE WERE WITH LAST NIGHT?" "Huh? Wait Y/N slow down. Why? We were with lil' Ricky and his homies? What tf happened? Are you okay?!"
Lil ricky. His friends. His gang member friends . I let that sink in.
It MUST have been one of them.