It Started As A Dare

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About an eighth of my drink is left when it hits me. I start to feel dizzy and uncoordinated. Lucas
gives me a concerned look.
“You don’t look good. Do you want to sit down?”
I nod, grabbing onto his arm to stay balanced. Alcohol has never had this effect on me before.
Something has to be up. Something more than just a different vodka.
Lucas leads me over to a chair, pulling it out from the table for me to sit in. I settle in and set my
cup on the table before I brace my elbows against my knees, resting my head in my hands.
“I’ll grab you a water.”
Lucas disappears into the house. I take this moment to grab my drink, sticking my fingers in it. A
grainy texture greets me at the bottom of the cup. Amateur drugging. My cup stays in my hands
and I wipe my fingers on my leggings.
Lucas opens the sliding glass door, extending a water bottle in my direction. I take the bottle
and examine the seal. It hasn’t been tampered with but I still don’t trust it. Just so I don’t alarm
Lucas, I open the bottle and pretend to take a sip.
“I need to see Khloe.”
“Why? Everything alright?”
“Actually, no. I don’t feel good and I want to go home.”
“I haven’t’ had any drinks. I can drive you. She’s having fun with Oli.”
I start walking towards the house with the water bottle and my spiked drink. Lucas is right
behind me as I maneuver through the house. I finally locate Khloe in the dining room playing a
game of spin the bottle. She’s seated on Oli’s lap and has obviously consumed more than
enough drinks for tonight.
“Can I speak to you, Khloe?”
She cocks her head and laughs.
“Not right now, Dev! In the middle of a game here!”
“Please. It’s urgent.”
Lucas steps in, putting his hand on my shoulder. Chills sweep down my spine.
“She wants to go home, Khloe. Since you’re busy, why don’t I drive her?”
Oli, who seems to be sober and attentive to the conversation, scowls.
“Yeah! Just grab a ride from Lucas, Dev. I’ll probably crash at your place later. Just leave the
door unlocked!”
Lucas grabs onto my arm and I freeze. He leans into my ear and squeezes my arm at the same
time.
“Let’s go, Miller.”
He practically pulls my body through the crowd to the front door. Its propped open and a few
people are out on the porch. My drugged body doesn’t allow me to protest as I’m pulled out to
Lucas’s car. He doesn’t open the door for me. Instead, he pushes my back against it and tries to
kiss me. I desperately try to fight the heavy blanket taking over my body, my hand slipping down
into my back. My fingers brush the slightly warm metal. Lucas grabs both my hands with one of
his, pinning them above my head.
“Think you can fight back, Miller? You’re wrong.”
He brings his face close to mine. He’s going to try to kiss me. I open my mouth to scream but he
clamps a hand down on my face, silencing me. I squirm, fighting against him. His hot breath
inches closer to my face. I close my eyes and turn my head the best I can. And it’s over.
Well.
Not over.

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