Love at First Sight

15. Nyssa

There was a non-alcoholic punch bowl in the middle of the living room, and I was getting thirsty, so I decided it would be a good idea to get a drink.

But at a high-school hockey afterparty? There was no such thing as non-alcoholic. Not to these jerks anyway.

I'd always thought that alcohol would make me even more violent.

Oh, how wrong I was...

My first sip was fine. I started feeling slightly woozy, but i assumed that was just my tiredness kicking in, and besides, the drink tasted good. A few more sips later, I'd lost my balance, and was back on the couch with my book, but for some reason I couldn't make out any of the words, but the drink was really good and i didn't want to stop-

By now, everything around me was kind of blurry, and the only thing I could really hear was the steady beat of the music in the backround.

Oh shit.

The punch was spiked.

I felt...numb...I couldn't move, or even bring myself to speak properly...

I needed to find Brooke-but I couldn't move-

I suddenly felt someone roughly shove me to a random wall. Ouch, fucking bastard-

I still felt very numb, and I couldn't hear a thing they were saying-

I wanted to struggle, to kick his groin...but i couldn't-shit, I thought i'd have better alcohol tolerance than that, guess not.

"Letmego~" I mumbled weakly.

But instead of letting me go, whoever the hell was holding me, decided to start kissing down the coloumn of my neck, and roaming his hands all over my body.

Shit. I couldn't move. I was numb. I needed to get out, now-

"You're so much prettier when your drunk" They whispered in my ear, i didn't recognise the voice, but the feeling of their lips on my neck was fucking revolting-

Whoever it was continued whispering shitty, revolting shit in my ear, all the while kissing my neck and collarbone. Fuck. I needed to get out of here-but i couldn't- 

I struggled weakly, it did nothing, i wasn't one to succumb to begging, but due to the exessive alcohol in my system, and no help to be found...

"Please-" I mumbled "Stopit-"

They just laughed against my collarbone and bit down at it.

I let out a hiss of pain. God, i was going to throw up-

There was a mark there. I needed Brooke. Or anyone. I just- I felt like crying. Nyssa Abrahams does not cry! But there was nothing I could do. The only sensations I could feel was the revolting presence of lips on my neck, and hands romaing my body shamelessly. The only noise i could hear were the filthy words being said, and the distorted music in the backround. The only thing I could see was some bastard putting his hands all over me-

"Let her go" I heard a familiar voice say.