Someone to Love

-4-

For some reason, I've always liked the airport. Just the thought of flying away to a new place excited me. Getting to go to New York with my best friends made it even better. We were waiting to board the plane in the terminal. Olivia and I sat patiently while Dee and her boyfriend (who brought us to the airport) made out in the terminal. Livie and I couldn't take it after a while, so we moved to the other side of the bench. It was like listening to two dogs lick each other. Moans, pants, and the exchange of saliva. Finally, mercifully, our flight was called. After nearly ripping Dee away from her boyfriend, we finally boarded.

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New York has to be the grossest place I've ever been. We had to take a taxi to our hotel, and I swear there was a used condom on the floor. Not to mention the streets were flooded with people. We finally made it to our hotel around five and decided to go out that night. Hell, we could sleep in tomorrow.

After a quick shower, I decided to wear a red lace cocktail dress with matching red spiked stilletos. I quickly straightened my hair and put it into a beehive. Livie and Dee (who were sharing a room) came over. Livie had on a blue cocktail dress with black accents and shiny black stilletos, and Dee decided to wear a strapless, sweetheart necklined black cocktail dress with silver Christian Louboutin's.

"Dee, you can't wear something sexy. What about Andre?" I joked.

"Shit, Andre doesn't have to know a damn thing I'm doing up here. I love him and all, but he ain't my daddy." she laughed.

"So where exactly are we going?" I asked, straightening my beehive.

"Some club a few blocks over. Kelly said it's nice."

"Who the fuck is Kelly?" Dee asked, snapping a couple pictures for Instagram.

"You know, Kelly. The lady who checked us in."

"Look  at you, Livie. Guess we might have to tell Dad that one of us did turn out gay!"

"I'm not gay," Livie pressed, taking pictures. "If I see a sexy person, then I see a sexy person. Gender doesn't matter."

"Can you believe her, Tri?"

I dabbed on a little more eyeliner. "Hey, that's you two. I'm asexual." It was true. I didn't really like girls and I didn't really like guys. I had had experiences with both. I just didn't like either of them.

"That's just because you haven't found the right dick to ride yet." Dee laughed. Then she stopped, looked at me seriously and added, "Or clit." and burst out laughing again.

"Yeah, yeah. Are we leaving or what?"

They both finally stopped taking all those damn pictures and we left to head to this club that Kelly told Livie about.

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This club was nice as fuck. Seriously. The DJ was banging, the people were cool. I liked it. Dee and Livie and I had already drank enough to not know what the fuck was going on, so I could barely understand what was going on.

This girl came over and tried to hit on me, but my asexual tendencies made her leave. So I resorted to dancing with any person willing to dance with me. A bunch of dances later, I stepped outside on the deck.

The cigarettes in my clutch were actually Livie's (she liked to carry them around just to look cooler), but I actually smoked sometimes, so I bummed one off her and went down the deck to see if anyone had a light. A tall, mysterious guy on the far end of the deck had one and lit me. I thanked him and was about to head back when he asked where I was running off to.

"Nowhere," I slurred. "You just seem creepy."

Laughing, he replied, "You don't even know me."

The ashes drifted to the alley down below as I flicked the cig over the railing. I leaned over it and asked the creepy guy his name.

"Mark. Mark Luxenburg." he too leaned over the railing. "And you are?"

"Katrina."

"Okay, just Katrina. How about you and me get outta here and find us somewhere special to go?"

I scoffed. "You don't even know me. See, I knew you were creepy."

"And I knew you were sexy the minute I laid eyes on you." his hand found my ass where he pinched it and gave me a sly wink.

"Look, I don't know what type of game you think you're playing here, but I'm out." I tossed my cig over the railing and turned to leave. Before I could even get two steps away, he grabbed my arm, which made me drop my clutch and pushed me to the brick wall.

"Looks like someone wants to play hard to get. Yeah?" his voice was tightened as he forcifully held me on the wall. "I got something for ladies who want to play hard to get."

I heard the jingling of a belt buckle and it hit me what was about to happen if I didn't defend myself. I started squirming and pushing, trying to get him off of me.

When he realized my intent, he slapped me. "Stop fucking moving. Or I'll throw you over this railing. Try me." his bloodshot eyes glared at me, anger and frustration pouring out of every part of him. What did I do? Why was this being done to me?

More importantly, where was everyone. Somehow, in the time it took for me to come out here, the entire deck had cleared. There was no one out there except me and him.

"Help! Help me!" I yelled. In response, he punched me this time, right in my left eye.

"I said shut. up." he finally got his belt loose and managed to find my panties and pull them off. When my leg was lifted, I kicked as hard as I could.

He stumbled backwards towards the railing, freeing me. I yanked my dress down and ran as fast as I could back inside. Tears streaming down my face, I ran back inside to find Livie or Dee. I found Dee first sitting on the lounges texting her boyfriend. I told her what happened, and she went to find the management and Livie. A few moments after she left, Livie came and got me. Once Dee came back, we left, heading back to the hotel.

"What happened to you, Tri?" Livie asked, putting an ice pack on my swollen face. We had made it back and I had taken a shower and gotten cleaned up.

"I've told you four times now, Liv. This guy tried to rape me."

"Should we call 911?"

Dee came back in. She had went back to her room to take a shower. "I told a bouncer and he said he would check it out."

"I'm going to take a shower, Tri. I'll be right back." Livie said, handing the ice pack to her sister who put it right back on my face. She left and I was left in the room with Dee.

"I can't believe this happened to you, Tri. I don't understand. Why were you even out there?"

"I was smoking and I asked him for a light. When he started being a creep, I started leaving, but he caught me and tried to rape me." the tears started flowing again, even out of my new black eye.

"Shh. Don't cry. We're sleeping in here with you tonight, so don't worry about a thing. Just get some sleep and try to heal up. I have some makeup to cover that eye."

I turned over, ditching the ice pack, and tried to sleep.