Abducted

Chapter One: The Beginning

Chapter One: The Beginning

Friday night and I'm ready to let loose, do a little underage drinking, smoke some pot, and just live life in the present. I wouldn't go as far as saying I'm an alcoholic and a junkie, but every now and then I just need a little escape from this stressful life.

I'm currently attending UCLA, University of California Los Angeles. I love it here. I'm not really one for friends, they usually stab you in the back any time they get the chance.

Fortunately for me, I met Mason, he's my best and only friend I have at the moment. He's about five-ten, has brown, luscious shaggy hair, a smile to die for, an before I forget to add, he's gay.

"Woah, sexy mama, where are we off to, tonight?" Mason whistled.

"Oh, just off to a party that is supposed to be kicking," I giggled, "live dj, free drinks for the ladies, and a hotel close by." I winked saying that last part.

"What? No invite?" Mason put his hand over his heart pretending to look hurt.

I glanced at the five by five clock I found at a thrift shop, "Can you be ready in half an hour?"

"Honey, I can do that and baste a turkey," and with that he strutted to his room, stopping at the door frame to twerk for me.

Falling to the floor with laughter I threw an empty water bottle at him and watched as he then left my sight. I'm not surprised that this guy knew how to twerk, he's a dance major. We actually met at UCLA, literally running into each other, papers everywhere, it was a movie scene.

"Y'know someday you're going to have to teach me how to twerk, too," I shouted, now walking to my room to find the perfect shoes to my outfit.

"Guuuuurl, I don't perform miracles" he shouted back emphasising the word miracles.

I scoffed and slipped on my black strap heels. Then I plopped backside first on my bed, exhaled, an closed my eyes.

About fifteen minutes later Mason jumps on my bed scaring the living shit out of me.

"Mason, you ass," I exclaimed while pulling his leg out from beneath him making him fall on my bed and thankfully stop jumping.

We arrive at the club and I can already tell it's jam packed, which means ID is surely checked here, to any normal nineteen year old this would be a problem. I'm no average teen, I've had a fake ID since I was sixteen.

Mason and I make sure that we each had our "IDs" and addressed each other by the names in out ID. We each had our phones and reminded each other not to bring anyone home, it was our policy, don't want any stalkers now do we? Also agreed to send a text if we're gonna be "out late" (getting laid).

Once inside we both headed towards the bar and took a couple of shots to get a little loose.

"I'm gonna go scope around for a decent dance partner," I yelled in Mason's eat over the pounding music.

He nodded once and with that I squeezed through a maze of people. All I saw was terrible dancers, probably too drunk to remember the Macarena. I was about to head the other way until I saw someone who caught my eye.

He seems a little taller than me, he has what looked like a military hair cut. Normally I would instantly say "next" once I saw one flaw, but the haircut works for him. He wore a tight white v-neck shirt with slightly baggy jeans. Overall, he looked hot, and I am going to have him tonight.

He's dancing with a trashy looking blonde who's wearing way too much make-up. She's not even dancing to the beat, she's all over the place. Did she just try to "drop it like it's hot?" Oh, no honey, let the pro take over.

As I start to make my way towards them the blonde seems so focused on her awful dancing that she almost doesn't notice when I slightly shove her to the side and start dancing, let me say this is a huge improvement for him.

"What the hell?" The blonde shrieks, God her voice is as annoying as she looks.

"Sorry, I thought you were having a seizure," and with that she scoffed and flipped my off. I blew her a kiss and winked.

"Someone's a little mean, so I see you've got the talk down but can you walk the walk?" The gorgeous stranger behind me said above the music and kissed my neck. I'm not gonna lie that was a definite turn on.

The next song started and it was perfect, Bonanza by Akon. I started swaying my hips against his front, following the beat, occasionally swaying down then bending over and rising strait up. After the song ended I was starting to feel him get hard, I smirked and kept dancing with him for a couple more songs.

Eventually he gave in and seductively said, "I want you," above the music. I turned around and smirked, I leaned forward and whispered loud enough for only him to hear, "I know," and with that he smashed his lips with mine and guided us to an exit that lead into an ally.

Things were getting heated and I had protection, the last this I want is to be pregnant at this time in my life. He had my back against the wall, until he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs against his waist and started grinding into his bulge.

That is until I felt a material slip over my mouth and nose. The material had a strange chemical scent to it. Even though I'd never smelled it before I knew exactly what it was. Chloroform.