Don't Go. (Jai and Luke Brooks Fan-fiction)

Monologue

I'm drunk and so is everyone else. I don't even know why I'm at this party. Sarah brought me here and she just left me all to myself. What a bitch.

My eyes started twitching, and then suddenly someone picked me up and carried me into a bedroom. I'm still confused and I couldn't see who it was. All I could see was the ground until this guy dropped me on a bed and locked the door behind him. I rubbed my eyes, and tried to clear my vision, and then I focused on the person. It was Fred. Why did he just lock the door?

"Hey Carrie. You're a little too drunk, aye?" he said.

"Why the fuck did you just lock the door? I told you I never wanted to talk you again after what you did to Elaine."

"Oh, she lied. I told you, I would never do that to your sister!" he lied.

He got closer and sat next to me. I scooted back and got off the bed and just stood there staring at him, while he looked me up and down and smirked.

"I'm leaving and don't ever talk to me again," I said as I walk to the door and unlock it but I couldn't open it because he suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me back.

I tried speaking but he covered my mouth. He got on top of me. His breath smelled like alcohol. He was heavy. I tried to push him off but he was as heavy as a boulder. I was too drunk and weak to get him off of me. He then pulled my skirt up and tried to rip my crop top. I tried moving, but it was impossible. I just shook my head over and over again so he couldn't make contact with my face.

The pain got to me. I am numb, hungover, and all I can feel are tears going down my face. I remember my mom telling me not to get drunk and mostly to just stay away from guys. I just tried to act reckless, but she was right.

"Mom...I..I'm... sorry," I mumbled to myself.

It was my fault and I just wish I could repeat the past, but I can't. I left my mom because all she ever did was warn me about everything and act like I was dumb and I couldn't handle myself. Which after I think about it, I really am irresponsible.

I looked around me and the door was still closed and Fred was gone. I panicked and got all my stuff and ran through the door. There were still lots of people, but I managed to tumble my way to the front door and just quickly get out. I just looked around at the dark starry night. I didn't even know where I was and I didn't have the time to call Sarah and tell her to drop me back off at my apartment because I know she won't even pick up. The fresh air cooled the sweat that was on my forehead and I just closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind on what just happened.

Did I just get raped?