I stumbled about the party like the wasted young woman that I was, my black mid-thigh-length dress trying its hardest to climb my leg. I took another long chug of the bitter tasting fruit drink in my red plastic cup as I made my way to the bathroom. I squeezed and pushed my way through the crowd of gyrating strangers, careful not to spill my drink or fall flat on my face. The music blared over the sound of chatter in the room, and I watched as lips moved, but heard no words. I recognized no one around me. I had yet to find a familiar face amongst the crowd. A few seconds, and almost a couple of broken bones later, I made my way to the bathroom. I knocked twice to make sure that the room was unoccupied before barging in. To my relief, no one was passed out on the floor or over the toilet.
I looked behind the shower curtain to be sure that no one was in the bathtub. It was empty. I was just turning back around to look in the mirror and check my makeup, when the door opened behind me. I thought I had locked it. A muscular, snobby looking boy about my age had come into the bathroom with me and locked us both in.
"Heyyy therrre," He drawled, looking dazed. I could tell that he was far more drunk than I was. "What'ss a pretty thing like you doing in a bathroooom all by herssself?" He stumbled toward me, and I took a few steps back, finding myself pressed against the bathroom wall with nowhere to go.
"Wherrre ya think you'rrre goin'?" He asked, now dangerously close to me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and I turned my face so as not to inhale it any longer.
"Shove off," I growled. I didn't turn my head- I still wanted to avoid the rancid liquor breath that violated my personal space. I was beginning to get annoyed. Very annoyed. There was nothing more I wanted at this point than to leave this bathroom.
"What'sss your name, baby? I'm Vinccce," He slurred. I ignored him. He proceeded to come even closer to me, until our bodies were pressed against each others.
"None of your business, Vince," I hissed. I tried to slide around him, but he grabbed my arm with one of his big hands. Suddenly, I felt his other hand start to wander up to my chest.
'This isn't happening!' I thought to myself. His hand was going even higher. Finally, I felt my courage come back to me. I pulled my arm free and punched him in the side of the face. He laughed menacingly and grabbed my arm again. I cried out in pain.
"Thasss not very nicccce," He snarled. I breathed in deeply and let out a scream for help. I could still hear the music blaring loudly in the other room, though, which meant that no one was going to hear my cries. Thinking quickly, I lifted my knee up and drove it in between his legs as hard as I could. When he dropped to the floor, I leapt over him and fled the bathroom. I could barely make out the threats he was making as I ran through the door and out into the hallway.
I was rushing down the hall, just about to come out of the archway that led back into the room full of partiers when I bumped into someones chest. Hard.
"Oof," The male voice in front of me grunted. I rubbed my head where it had impacted, and looked up at the person whom I had so rudely crashed into.
"Ryan!" I cried. It was one of my very best friends. One whom I'd been very close to since I was a teen.
"Rachel? Hey! What's going on? Why were you running?"
I was reluctant to tell him, knowing that the guy I'd just escaped from was ten times bigger than Ryan, and looked ten times more mean. Ryan was sweet, and nice, and to me didn't seem the type to fight if he didn't have to. And to be honest, no one wanted the police to be called- this was a party. I would live, because I had escaped before any damage could be done. I was still traumatized, however.
