The Half Kind

Chapter One

Pam and I stood in front of my full length mirror in my bedroom. I chewed my lip.

"Doesn't my dress seem a little.... short?" I asked Pam, who had picked out the sparkly blue sleeveless mini dress I was wearing. "Mini" aptly described it. It went about three inches below my butt and clasped a little tightly. Underneath was my bathing suit.

"Nah," Pam answered, "And besides, you'll take it off later for the pool, right?"

It did complement my features, though. The light sparkly blue blended with my eyes and the gold chain necklace blended with my wavy butt-length golden hair. Pam wore a similar dress that had spaghetti straps and was red. She had vibrant natural red hair and cherry-wood brown eyes to match. Pam and I had been friends since sixth grade. She dabbled on more cherry red lipstick and gloss and smiled into my mirror.

"Yeah, Pam, it's just that.... well, I'm sorta nervous," I added sheepishly. The last party I had been to was in eighth grade at a slumber party. Now I was a sophomore and I knew this pool party was a rager.

"Do your parents mind?" Pam tentatively inquired. I shook my head fiercely.

"They don't care along with many other things. They never have payed me any attention," I answered and grabbed my golden colored purse. Pam frowned. We both knew that my parents (by adoption) treated me like a forgotten puppy. For the first week when I was twelve we did many things after my adoption. Now, they feed me and give me spending money but regard me as something they don't want bothering them. Right now, they were touring London while I sat my behind here in Gullfield, Mississippi. Not that I cared.

"You sure you want to ride seperately?" Pam asked with a cock of her head. I smiled.

"I'm sure." I am the only person I trust to be a designated driver. We both got in seperate cars and drove out to the party.

***

I now get what they mean when you arrive fashionably late. Pam and I were fifteen minutes late and were the center of popular speculation by a lot of guests. Many simply stripped out of their outter clothes and headed out to the pool. Pam nudged me and we did the same.

Guys carried five huge coolers stocked with beer out along with everything else. The sun was already setting and my heart thumping. All my classmates, friends, and acquiantances were here along with college students. To my anxiety and great delight, many guys seem to eyeball me like never before. I did not regret the string bikini.

"Hey," I heard behind me and turned to see Kev, a member of the football team who didn't give me the time of day at school.

"Hi, Kev, right?" I said as if I didn't know.

"Right. And you're... Jasmine?"

I nodded.

"Want me to get you a drink?" Kev asked, smiling devilishly. I froze. I hadn't planned to drink. I almost said no.

And then I remembered my parents. Oh, how embarassing it would be for those two professors (they taught at MSU and also invested well into stocks) to have their daughter come home drunk. I imagined their blushing and finally noticing me for once. I nodded.

"Bring me two," I concluded, holding up two fingers. Kev dashed away. I suddenly remembered I had wanted to drive home sober. Oh well, I thought I could get a ride or something. Eight minutes later, Kev showed up with three glass bottles of beer, one already open.

"I opened it for you," Kev explained as he handed me the open beer. Curious of the taste, I tipped the bottle back and almost gagged as the flavor hit me. I continued to drink and soon the flavor, which was still gross, didn't bother me too much.

Kev opened his own and drank it down quickly so I let him have my other.

"Chug a lug contest, come on. Your half and my whole. I bet ten dollars I can finish mine before you," Kev challenged.

"You're on!"

We chugged and I finished first, but the bottle slipped from my fingers and smashed on the concrete. The world turned and tipped. Everything blurred. I tried to step forward but Kev grabbed me.

"Right this way, sweetheart," Kev whispered darkly, and I suddenly wanted to leave or shout but couldn't do either. I was having a hard time keeping up with reality, but just feeling the whoosh of an air conditioner that tipped me off that we were going indoors when Kev was ripped away from me and I toppled into a doorway. I felt around until I found a comfortable spot and relaxed in a daze.

***

When I gained clarity, I was shocked to see the party still on full rager mode. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it had only been half an hour. I felt okay as far as everything vital went.

That's enough excitement for one night, I thought and got up off the overstuffed couch and stretched. Not many people were inside but those who were were in various stages of making out. I found my dress and purse, pulled them on, and left to my car. I cranked the air conditioner up and, instead of driving home, I took some back roads and stopped at the dead end of a dirt road that was eight miles isolated from any homes or businesses. After that, I sat back and sighed.

Surprisingly, I felt quite cool and collected for somebody who had almost been deflowered, which I was glad it hadn't happened, but the fulfillment of victory forced me to laugh out loud even though I was completely alone.

And then nature called. I slipped behind a bush and answered, but when I finished, I felt first a hand cover my mouth and more hands hold me down and cover my eyes. I tried to struggle but there had to be six guys.

"The master said not to cut or bruise her!" I heard one scold the others. I had my hands tied behind my back, a rope around my abdomen, my ankles bound together along with my mid thighs. I tried to listen to the rest of the conversation.

"C'mon, Damen, its not cutting or bruising," one complained to the first speaker.

"No. Not this time. We just need to take her to the master. Paul, Ray, Will, Gary, Tom, hold yourselves together. I said each of your names to make sure you were listening," Damen growled.

"Fine, but only because you're in charge," one hissed. There seemed to be a distinct heirarchy in their tones. I wondered who they meant by "Master," but they made it clear that Damen was the leader if their group.

I wondered briefly how I had gotten myself into this mess.