Surviving The Bad Boys(not edited)

Chapter 23: The Effects of Beer

Samara's POV
It started to get a lot hotter in here and I needed a drink. I walked around to find the kitchen. Once I did, I walked in and saw Spencer playing beer pong with a bunch of guys.

"Hey babe, want to join?" A drunk guy asked me and looked me up and down.

"Oh, no it's ok, but thanks." I declined kindly, but was internally cringing.

"Yeah, she's a lightweight and not very good at throwing. She couldn't take it." Spencer waved me off.

"Excuse me! I'll take you up on that Spencer." I gave him a glare and smirked.

"Ok, game on!" He put his hands up in defeat.

I walked to the other team and got ready to play.

"Go ahead babe." The drunk guy whispered in my ear. I felt squeamish, but I'm still gonna play.

I bounced the ball off the table and it landed directly into a cup.

"Lucky shot." Spencer grumbled and chugged it.

Next, he went and it bounced right into one of our cups. I chugged it.(I don't really know how to play beer pong, so I'm guessing.) The game went on and on, until I felt myself starting to feel the beers effects. We finally just gave up.

"I need some air." I said unevenly to Spencer over the pounding music.

"Ok, see you in a bit." He stumbled to the dance floor.

I walked outside and took a seat on the sidewalk. Trying to breath in the fresh air was hard because there were smokers in front as well. A car pulled up near me and the lights were so bright making me queasy, but luckily I didn't puke. Somebody got out and helped me into the car. I thought it was Jazmine or one of my friends, so I went along with it. But that's the thing, I thought it was...

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My eyelids started to slowly open. I woke up feeling nauseous and not knowing where my whereabouts were. The room was unfamiliar to me and I started to panic. When I tried to stand up, I realized that I was half chained to the ground.

"Hello? Help!" My voice raspy.

"Coming babe." I recognized that voice. It was a voice I once loved and cherished.

"Luca?" My throat still dry.

"Who else baby?" I could see his outline in the shadows.

"Need some aspirin and water?" He asked and walked closer to me.

"No, I don't want anything from you!" I spit out and scrunched in closer to the wall behind me.

"Oh, feistier than ever I see!" He smirked and came even closer.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I growled at him.

"I'm not trying to hurt you baby. I have plans for us. Just take the aspirin." He creepily smiled.

"No." I abruptly declined.

"Too bad." He shoved it in my mouth and handed me the water.

I gulped some water in order to swallow the pill.

"That should help baby." He smirked and stroked my jaw.

His hands were cold to the touch causing me to shiver. I shook his grip off me.

"Don't call me baby!" I demanded. I know that I probably wasn't in the condition to be telling him what to do.

"I'll call you whatever I want!" He yelled and gripped my neck.