TW: Sexual Assault
We took a taxi to get to Owen's party since he lives in an expensive condo 10 minutes from campus.
"Damn how'd a college student end up getting a place like this?", I ask Daisy. "Owen's parents are multi-millionaires, both being the CEO's of a very popular web design company. Must be lucky, right?" "Yeah.", I respond with.
When we walk in, Daisy's girlfriends immediately take her away from me. "Sorry girl", she says. "I'll be back in a few, go talk to some people or get a drink, see ya!"
And there I stand alone at a party with no friends and not a single want for a drop of alcohol. I've always been reluctant to drink because of my mom's alcoholism.
After walking around trying to socialize but instead receiving silent treatment from every one for about 20 minutes, I finally meet up with Daisy and she guides me to Owen so I can introduce myself.
"Hey Owen", Daisy says, "I'd like to introduce you to my new friend and roommate, Islah! Islah, meet Owen, Owen meet Islah." "Hey there cutie", Owen winks at me. With a shove to his shoulder, Daisy says "Owen, what the hell?." "Um it's okay Daisy, I got this." "Okay girl go ahead, I'll see you around." "Yep", I say back.
"Pleasure to meet you Islah, how do you like the party so far?", Owen asks. "To be honest, it's not going too well for me. I think I'll be on my way now." "No, you should stay", Owen tries stopping me but I ignore him. As he watches me walk away he blurts out, "Oh and nice ass! Ella is the name?", he laughs as I walk away. What a jerk. I try going outside but end up going through the wrong door and find myself on the balcony.
I have nothing better to do so I decide to sit down by the poolside while I dip my feet in the water. I was enjoying the beautiful scenery of the New York City view that Owen is so fortunate to see every day. Suddenly, an extremely drunk guy comes walking out and sits beside me. He's way too close for comfort and making me feel very uncomfortable.
"Excuse me, can you please move over a little bit? I kind of need some space.", I ask him politely. To my surprise he responds with, "what'd you say bitch? You can't tell me what to do, that's my job. What's a pretty girl like you doing out here alone anyway. Let's get out of here, huh?"
I express a disgusted face and try to get up to leave when he grabs my arms, starts touching my boobs and tries undoing my shirt. "Stop!", I say. "Oh so you wanna play that game huh? Come here you little slut!" He then pushes me in the pool, turns me around, and pins my hands to the side of the pool. I couldn't escape his strong grasp. I become weak. However before he could make another move I hear a familiar voice yell at us.
It's Owen. He looks about ready to kill this man.
"What the fuck are you doing Trevor!?", Owen yells in an aggressive tone. "Trevor?", I say to myself. That's the guy who tried hooking up with Daisy earlier in the dorm. Suddenly Trevor lets go of me and gets out of the pool, and swings at Owen, only he's too drunk to take him down. Owen beats him on the ground until Daisy comes running out to call the cops.
Owen then runs to me and jumps in the pool, trying to comfort me. I yell at him while crying, "please leave me alone! I'm humiliated." "I, I just want to help yo-" "Just go away. Coming here was a mistake!"
And just like that, I put my wet clothes back on and ran out of that condo. What was meant to be my first great college experience turned to the worst.

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