"What took you so long?" Amanda asked as she drove out of the neighborhood. "My dad flipped that I wanted to go out with you guys on Christmas. Then I said fuck and that kinda pushed him over the edge," Baylee said. "Wow. I thought you said your dad was cool," Amanda said. "Yeah I thought he was, until he found the weed in my pocket. He yelled and I walked out. He can't control me. I can do what I want," Baylee said.
"Well are you sure you're ready for this party?" Amanda asked. "Hell yeah. Turns out my 'sister' who died kept her own little stash of risky clothes in the back of her closet. Luckily we're the same size," Baylee said as she opened her jacket to reveal a tight, strapless red dress that went to just below her butt and a pair of fish net tights.
"Looking good for a newbie," Amanda said as she pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where the party was being held. "You're gonna love it. The party runs all the way until midnight tomorrow so we're here a good 36 hours getting high and drunk off our asses," Amanda said as she turned the car off and climbed out of the car. Baylee got out of the car and walked inside the building behind Amanda.
This was the first real party she had gone to with her new group of friends. She'd only hung out with them. She'd never been invited to one of their high class parties. The thing about her new friends was that they're all rich and all their parties get thrown in fancy hotels, just like this one. Since she was the newbie, she knew she had to stand out in this crowd in order to be accepted. And this outfit and her new attitude were a sure way to get in.
She followed Amanda into the classy elevator before she pushed the button for the top floor, 25. She looked over at Amanda who had removed her winter jacket to reveal her red sequin bra top and short, black pencil skirt. "Don't worry. You'll move up to this type of wear by next year," Amanda said as she let her wavy curls out of a ponytail.
Baylee followed Amanda out of the elevator and into a small space that was cluttered with coats and purses. "Just throw your stuff anywhere," Amanda shouted over the beat of the music that you could hear through the wall. Baylee tossed her coat near the window, where she would remember it, and followed Amanda into the party area.
There were at least 400 people crammed into the penthouse. Baylee looked all around and saw a lot of people she knew from school. Most of them were juniors and seniors. She was lucky that all the upperclassmen accepted her. She felt like she actually fit in now. She had real friends and a real life. If only her home lfe was really this great.
Before she could think anymore into her home life, Baylee felt two arms wrap around her waist. "Hey sexy," She heard a man whisper in her ear. She turned around and saw a boy she recognized from school. His name was Jason and he was the most popular guy there. He was your typical football QB with a surfer's body. Why would a guy like him be trying to hit on a girl like her? She had liked him since the second she saw him, so maybe it was time to turn the charm on.
"Hi Jason," Baylee said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You look great," Jason said as he admired her outfit. "Eyes up here," Baylee said as she grabbed his chin and his eyes moved from her chest to her face. "Sorry, just admiring," He said. Baylee couldn't help but fall for his charm. She was sucked in by his sparkling sea blue eyes and luscious dirty blonde hair.
"Admire my face then," Baylee said with a smirk. Jason just smiled back. He'd fallen for her trap. She'd looped him in and there was no escaping now. "Care for a drink?" Jason said as he grabbed a glass of vodka off the table. "Thanks," Baylee said as she grabbed the glass and felt the warm liquid slide down her throat. Leaving behind a trail of burning sensation. It hurt, but it was the pain that Baylee loved. The pain she longed for. Now it felt like a party.
But soon the pain faded and Baylee's world faded to darkness.
***
Baylee felt herself slowly come back to conciousness. She opened her eyes and saw sunlight shining through thin creme colored curtains that masked a large window. She felt the immediate headache caused by a hangover come over her and all she wanted was to fade back into a blissful sleep. But the arm she felt wrapped around her torso stopped her.
She rolled over and saw a shirtless Jason next to her, sleeping. She hadn't, had she? She didn't remember anything after Jason giving her the vodka last night. Wait, he didn't. No, he couldn't have. Did Jason slip roofies into her drink? Surely he was above that kind of stuff, wasn't he?
Baylee looked down under the sheets and saw her bare body, surrounded by blood-stained sheets. He did slip roofied in her drink and he... raped her. She was only 15 and he was 18. It was her first time and she hadn't even gotten to experience it. He stole her virginity by raping her. And the evidence was not a pleasant sight.
It was then that Baylee realized that she needed to get out of here. This wasn't the right place for her to be. Who had these people turned her into? A self-obsessed, crazy, party girl who smoked pot and drank. This wasn't the girl she wanted to be. She just wanted to be a normal girl. The girl who just floated by in high school with no unneeded drama or fake friends. She neither wanted nor needed this kind of lifestyle. Maybe her dad was right. She had changed.
She turned into a monster.
