A Love Unlike Any Other

The Back of the Bar

The strongest alcohol this bar seemed to have was Devil's Springs Vodka, so that's what I ordered. I came to get away from my brother and to listen to shitty music, not judge drinks. I have to get what I can with a fake I.D. Anyways, as I downed my 3rd shot, I started to get a bit tipsy, but not to the point i couldn't make out the words of song beginning to play from the stage. It wasn't the main band that was supposed to play, just a guest star, but I still turned to watch while I was slid another shot.

You may be thinking that I am underage for having a fake I.D., but in reality I just was to lazy to get a real one once I became of age, so I stuck with my little Fakey. I am 24 years, 25 is 2 weeks. It was fun using Fakey. I downed the shot I was given, and attempted to focus on the band, though I only got more dizzy. I managed to focus on the microphone stand and still my swirling body, smiling as I began to enjoy the music.

After 2 more feature guest played, I, and many others, managed to get drunk, and were now dancing as the bands got more up beat. I was dancing with another girl and her boyfriend, or fuck buddy, who were about 2 bottles of blue moon drunker than I was, but they were still fun. I think we were dancing to Daft Punk at the moment, but I couldn't 100% tell.

While I was dancing, I had somehow moved away from the girl and her man friend and had ended up dancing with another guy. I didn't know him obviously, but my vision was to blurry to make out what he looked like. I think his hair was black, maybe brown, his skin was a tan color, half Caucasian with a little Mexican, maybe black. He had me against him, he was talking, but I couldn't make out the words. He tried multiple times to pull me around but kept stopping when he saw a worker or security guard. The one sentence I could make out was him asking someone "Where is the back door?". I attempted to stumble back to the dance floor in my drunken sate but didn't get far, as he had began to pull me again, past some unlocked double doors and down a rather short hallway, towards a door with large red letters above it. EXIT is what they read I think.

The door lead out into the dimly lit alley behind any ghetto bar. I knew what was happening, yet didn't know what to do since the alcohol was taking a stronger affect on me as the minutes went by. I felt his hands slide up my body as he had me against the brick wall. I squirmed a bit, but he managed to keep me in Place as he slowly stripped me of my flannel and shirt. I felt warmth engulf my, still clothed by a bra, breasts and let out a short yell to try and help myself, but no one seemed to hear as he reached for my shorts.

My thoughts started to race as i felt them slowly get pulled down, but I was soon yanked forward slightly as the man was yanked back. I remember looking around and saw two other people, one was a large black guy, he was beating the shit out of the man that tried to defile me, and the other was a tall, lanky man with hair of blue, I think. I watched the blue(?) haired male approach me, he had covered me with a jacket of some sort, not mine, and picked me up. I tried to fight back, not knowing what he was going to do, but unfortunately, the vodka got to me.

I fell unconscious in this strangers arms.