Socially Awkward

Chapter 20:

I wake up the next morning, still in the frat house room with a sharp, painful feeling on my pelvis.

I take a look around and surprise, surprise, Ryan's gone.

To top it all off, my phone is nowhere to be found. I'm basically screwed because I don't know where the hell I am or how I'm going to get home.

Suddenly, someone unlocks the door of the room I'm in. I can't keep my eyes off the numerous tattoos and piercings on her skin and not to mention the green highlights in her hair.

"Oh crap." She jumps at the sight of me and shields her eyes. "Are you with Rob?"

"Who?" I ask her.

"Forget it. Um do you like need clothes?" She asks me.

I look at myself and realize I'm completely naked.

"Oh my God! I didn't realize I was-oh my God!" I quickly cover myself underneath a blanket. "Yes please."

Minutes later the girl returns, with a pair of shorts, and a plain t-shirt. "Don't worry about returning them." She says before tossing them at me.

I quickly slide them on and she sits on the opposite side of the bed.

"I've never seen you here before. Who are you?" She curiously asks me.

"My name is Luna Barbosa." I tell her.

"Miranda Greene." She introduces herself. "And yes, that's kind of the reason why I've got this whole green thing going on with my hair."

I politely laugh at her joke before I ask, "Where am I?"

"You are about fifteen minutes away from New York City." She answers.

"I'm where? Holy crap I'm not even in New Jersey anymore." I panic.

"How old are you?" She randomly asks me.

"Fifteen." I shamefully reply.

She widens her eyes at me, "Fifteen? Are you kidding me? This is one of the worst places for a fifteen year old to be and I'm not just saying that because of how we party."

"Then why?" I ask her.

She sighs, "Let's just say, I think I know what may have happened to you last night."

"W-what do you mean?"

By the look on her face, I know I should be worried.

"Why don't I tell you a little story." She kicks off her black boots and sits cross legged on the bed.

"Seven years ago, when I was your age some guy I was into took me to a frat party. I smoked with his pot head friends and honestly, I had a damn blast, at least until I found out my blunt was laced."

Just keep drinking

"I was confused. I couldn't see or speak and worst of all, I was alone. It was the perfect opportunity for him and his friends to take advantage of me. So they did.

You're so pretty...so, so pretty

"They recorded videos and took pictures of me. The next day, the guy I thought I liked threatened me. He told me if I ever told the cops what happened, he'd leak everything."

W-why are you...doing this?

So to do this day, I've kept my mouth shut. At least until now, but hey-"

"Stop it!" I scream at her. "I can't. I can't hear about this."

I pound my fists against my head and painfully sob aloud. My head begins to hurt like hell. I don't understand what's wrong with me.