Lost And Broken

Chapter 3

When Fernanda said the party was gonna be huge, she wasn't lying. There was probably about over 300 people here. The house looked about 5 stories high, like a hotel. People were spread out in the front yard - making out, dancing, drinking, passed out. The air was muggy and it was slightly hard to breathe, but I dealt with it.

Fernanda and I walked into the mansion and I could smell the alcohol. People were grinding and dancing on each other, music was blasting through the house, red solo cups littered the floor. Fernandas eyes sparkled and her smile widened when a boy walked up to us. She hugged him and turned to me.

"Randy, this is Zach. I met him at the club yesterday." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. "Its nice to meet you." He put his arm back around Fernanda and he looked down at her with a smirk. 

"Would you mind go getting us some drinks? Thanks babe!" Fernanda walked off with Zach, not even giving me time to reply. I groaned and looked around. 'Now wheres the kitchen..'

I walked down a crowded hall way, getting a few stares from guys, but I ignored them. After about 10 minuets, I found the kitchen. I made my way to the table with drinks on them and grabbed two. I'm not drinking, I get to dangerous when I drink. 

An hour later I still couldn't find Fernanda and her date. I shrugged and took a sip from the cup. A little drink won't hurt anyone.

I jumped a little when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I gagged from the smell of beer and smoke, it smelt like my house.

"What's a sexy girl like you doing alone in this big house?" I froze when I felt something hard on my backside. The guys hand roamed my body, making my shiver in fear. One arm wrapped around my torso and the other traced over my back. This is exactly what my dad would do..

"Oh how I would love to bend you over the counter and fuck your little brains out." His voice was stern and raspy. Of course, nobody paid attention to us. I wanted to go home, I hated this kind of attention. 

"And that mouth of yours, I bet it could do wonders.."

My eyes welled up, signaling I was about to cry. I had to be strong. I threw one cup down and tried to pry the guys arms off me. He didn't budge. 

"Stop fighting me. You know you want it.."

One of his hands ran up my dress and I couldnt stop the tear that fell from my eye. This is something I'm used to, but not from some random guy. I felt his hand slide through my panties and I whimpered. "Please.. stop."

His lips attached to my neck and more tears fell. The other cup slipped from my hand, making my hands go straight to his arm that was wrapped around my stomach. 

"I said let me go, you dick head." I tried to be confident but it didn't help. His hands kept touching me and his mouth never left my neck.

All of a sudden, the man was ripped away from me. I took this chance to esape. I walked away as fast as I could. The last thing I saw behind me was a fimilar blonde punching the guy who violated me.

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I should say that the house was beautiful. I searched through the empy rooms and different floors. I found a gym, a libary, and theater, an indoor swimming pool, and alot more. This is like my dream home.

I went back to the second floor and found an empty room. I sighed and laid on the bed. Where the hell is Fernanda? Why am I even here? 

I flipped to my side and starred at the wall. The clock on the dresser read 10:26. I wish I could be like normal girls who like to party and be touched and have fun. Yeah, I'm a stripper and strippers were supposed to be like that, but I'm not. I hate my job more than anything. Sadly, it's the only thing that makes me money.

I guess that I fell asleep because the clock said 12:43. I quickly got up and ran down the stairs. The house was still crowded and it looked like nothing changed. I rubbed my head and walked to the kitchen. I went to get a drink but some random guy who held a plate of drinks, stuffed a cup in my hand. I really didn't care if I got drunk or not. I'm in a bad mood and I'll drink if I want.

I took a sip of the pink liquid and moaned at the taste. It was heaven. I drank more and felt slightly dizzy. I walked abou 5 steps before my body felt heavy, like I couldn't walk. My head was spinning and my vision was burly. Fuck, what did they put in my drink? One step and I could feel my body slipping.

Before I hit the floor, two strong arms caught me and picked me up. "It's okay, I gotcha."

I couldn't keep my eyes open and before I knew it, I passed out.

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A/N

I think I'm getting better at this :-) Anyway, I hope the story is getting better and you like it.

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p.s. I'm gonna make a instagram for this story hehehe c: