Queen of pride

Amy

"I WANT IT! I WANT IT!"
I screamed at my father as he was looking at me whit his credit card. What did I want? The new Chanel bag. It was so pretty! But it was over 10k and my father said that's expensive. I mean, he bought me stuff that's way over 10 grand but all of a sudden he doesn't want to buy me the bag. Tch, asshole..
"Dear, you already have 5 bags you aren't even using. You'll be fine without this one." My father told me. How can he be blind. I need that bag!
"But I do! All of my friends already have it and I don't want to be the only one without one." I spoke. I think that's a valid point but I don't think my dad agrees.
"You don't need to have it."
"But I DO! Father, do you want me to be excluded?" I asked him, giving him the puppy eyes. I heard him sigh and I knew it ment I won.
"Fine. Here, have it." He gave me the credit card and I happily grabbed it.
"Thanks, father!" I say, smiling.
I run off to the store, grabbing the bag and a few other things. Can you blame me? My father is loaded! I could buy this whole store if I wanted to. I got my stuff and happily walked over to my other favorite store which is Sephora. I was running out of makeup and I need more. Beauty products are cheap compared to the other stuff I buy.
It's been a few hours and I finally got home. My dad was once again gone and left me all alone. I was used to it so I just went to my room and stretched my body. I was going out with my girl friends and I need to get ready. Tho I am going out at 8pm I take time getting ready, like every girl and it was 5pm so I need to hurry up. I was picking up the girls so I had to hurry. It wasn't long before I got ready and to my surprise I finished at 7:40pm. I had 20mins left to spare well actually I had 10mins since I had to pick up the girls. We were going to a night club thats VIP and exclusive. Rich people and celebrities go there so I knew I had to be extra pretty just in case. I forgot to mention that my mother was very religious before she...nevermind. Anyway, since she was very religious she never let me go to night clubs and such but now I can. She thought the devil was controlling those night clubs and taking innocent girls and boys into them and making them evil and other stupid stuff. I never believed her silly little conspiracy theories.
I sat in my car for the next 10mins, waiting for my bff, Stella, to come out. She was worst then me but when it came to anger aka wrath. I never wanted to get on her bad side so I became friends with her but after a while I realized we had so much in common.
"Hey!"
"Oh, you scared me!" She can scare me from time to time, but I cannot get mad at her or my head would end up in a toilet and I didn't not just do my hair for 1 hour just for it to get distorted by some bloody toilet water.
"Oops, sorry!" She chuckled as she said that. I know her too damn well she wasn't sorry and she did it on purpose but I let it slide because like I said my head in the toilet.
We started driving to my other friend's house and picking them up. All 7 of us were a group since middle school. We all are rich and have our own little problems but that's want made us closer.
We finally got to night club. It was packed with people. I didn't really like talking to people unless it was to buy something. Unlike Summer, who doesn't like spending money on anyone, I like to spoil all of my friends even tho I know they can buy it themselves. We find seats and get some vodka and whiskey. After a few shots we were all drunk as hell, well expect Summer. It was all going great. We were all dancing, singing and having fun. Then I saw a guy. He looked so hot. I stalked to him and sat beside him.
"Hey hottie." I say in a flirty tone. I didn't have any other intentions.
"Hey." He said back, smirking. Everything after that was a blur..
I woke up in another bed I didn't know. I got up, my head hurting. I look around, seeing I wasn't wearing nothing. I got up, grabbing my clothes and putting them on a hurry. I look at the bed and seeing that the guy was still asleep. I ran out the door and drove back home. What happened? Was I raped? I don't know. But I want to know. I sat in my bed, thinking. And just thinking.