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6

Louna: 

The music was higher than I expected and it felt like the whole world was shaken when the base time went, the house was full of people most I felt again from school as Emely from my chemistry sat in a way too short the dress with Zack from my math at the end of the couch with Your arms. I had given up the chase after Jilly but it didn't seem like you could get out of the endless maze to house. It felt like you would choke on the warmth of the room and around the surrounding danced people in short skirts and unfolded shirts, whether or not you danced or not covered the skin of a thin layer of sweat that. I penetrated myself between the danced couple who clinged on to each other until I came into the kitchen where everything was in white with a marble bench, in the middle of the kitchen is a great island that at the moment ändvänds as makeshift bar. It was bottled after bottle of liquor and red mugs, longest with the sink low thumb beer cans and liquor bottles already consumed. The kitchen is largely empty except for a couple that neck, the girl is perched on the hob with his hands buried in the guy's black thatch, the top. I pass them when I round the kitchen island and let my hand glide over the veins on the marble, I grasp the first best mug and read on the many labels absinthe, Calvados, Gin and various kinds of liqueurs. I grab a bottle at random and fill the cup to the width, I take a deep breath before I drink the mug in one fell swoop. The drink burned while it slipped down the throat and I welcomed the fire and let it spread wildly and tear in my body. I take another bottle in with a transparent liquid and drink directly from the bottle, I make a grimace of the bitter taste but still take a new sip and the world is on fire.

After I penetrated myself through the dance floor and not at all happened to elbow a plumper girl in the side, I find a vacant place in an armchair furthest away in the room. I continue to take gently seeping out of my bottle with God knows what and the music begins to feel increasingly distant. A guy comes up to me with tattoos slingrandes around his arms and a black T-shirt, I do not recognize him but I do not recognize many at the party anymore it comes and goes people all the time so I have given up on recognizing someone. He sits down on my armrest and during the short time we talk, I find out that he comes from the neighbouring city and goes the first year at their local college.

"So, what's their story then?" I get a bit beaten by his question, what is my story? But I can hardly think and my bottle is almost over, the world does not spin in the glorious way but more like after you have gone bergochdalbanan too many times. I feel how he takes away the bottle and puts it on the floor at my feet and I suddenly become aware of the hand that rests on my thigh where the dress had gone up, I knew that the dress was too short.

He leads me up from my seat from the armchair his hand grabs my waist, he whispers some incomprehensible words and I can feel his warm breath against my cheek that stinks cheap beer. I try to push myself away from him by putting his hands on his chest but his grip only hardens and I'm too weak. My legs feel like jelly and my body has lost all the powers. I opened my mouth to protest but he leans towards me and completely without warning, he thinks his lips against mine, he tastes just as his breath revealed, beer. His slimy tongue glides over my lips before he pulls away from me without releasing the grip on my waist.

"Don't do that" I say poor but he just smirks down on me.

"We just have a little fun" he answers while his hand slides further down the bottom of my back, my mouth suddenly gets dry and it starts to black for the eyes. I hyperventilating by now but he I can still feel his grip on me and it turns in the belly. I make a new attempt to pull myself away from him but he just pulls me harder back against his body.

I close my eyes and repeat quietly for myself to breathe time and time again. Then I felt snare than saw how someone stands in front of me, I blink a few times before my sluggish brain detects who it is, Ambrose Little.

"Dance" he asks and stretches out his hand to me, without even thinking I grasp his hand but realize that I still have his arms gripping about me. I push his hand and he quickly realizes what is the problem so he puts his arm on my waist and pulls me out of his grip. My legs are once again like jelly and I stumble into his chest.

"Like that you can not just?" Can I hear him say in the direction, what an irony suddenly it is reversed roles. I know that Ambrose gives him an answer but I can't hear anything my eyelids feel heavy and I can't even keep up them. The last thing I remember is that I release the grip Ambrose white shirt and meet Dan's soft cotton T-shirt.

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