Memory of My Past (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Heather's P.O.V.

Why did this happen to me? It could have happened to anyone, so it was just decided that I should go through it. I don't even know what happened. But I'm desperate to find out.

It was a bad mistake living next to a fraternity house. I moved into a small, house with a couple of friends decently close to my campus. It was enough for me to pay for it, while I was going to med school. My friends also chipped in when I didn't have enough for my share of the rent, because of their rich parents. I thought I could handle it. Turns out I couldn't.

One night, I was studying for my first exam of the semester my freshman year, and I heard banging on the door. The house was empty, all of my friends went out of town for the weekend, to loosen up from the first couple of weeks of school. I opened to see who it is, and this drunk guy stumbled in, holding a red solo cup which was half-full.

"Drink this," he told me.

"No! Why should I? Get out of my house," I said, slowly ushering him out the door. I don't remember how he looked like exactly, but I knew he went to the same school as I did, probably from the fraternity house, looking for a quiet place to crash. "Find a different place to crash, not here."

"Drink this, you little goodie-two-shoes bitch," he shouted, staring right at me, his green eyes dilated probably because of the alcohol. The only thing I remember is his green eyes, and his brown, curly hair. I remember staring into his eyes, because they were surprisingly mesmerized. I felt like I was in those fan-fictions you read on the web. "Drink it or I'll tell everybody you sucked every one of your teachers' dicks," he hissed, "Then they'll all know why you already have the perfect grade in every class."

I was shocked. It was either drink whatever was in this cup, or be ridiculed and slut-shamed by the whole school.

"And if you don't do it, I'll make sure you regret it," he said, attempting to wink. He started to sway a bit, but he managed to close the door, and block it, slowly taking off his pants. "So, what's it gonna be, girly?"

I had no choice. Eat or be eaten, as they say.

"Give me that damn cup," I sighed, slowly reaching out my hand and grabbing the cup. I looked into the cup, and the liquid was brown, with a hint of white in some sections. Probably some vodka-scotch-beer mixture, as usual. After downing the drink, I slowly began to lose consciousness, and I passed out.

As I was losing consciousness, I heard a laugh echoing, and the unzipping of pants.