Fighting to Survive

Chapter 2

        TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT.

I sat in the back of a car being driven to the party. They insisted I leave my car at the gas station. Apparently it was too nice to take to a party. Whatever that meant I didn't know. My newly acquainted friends were sitting besides me in the Jeep. Serenity sat next to me reapplying her nude lipstick.

        Demi was in the front seat driving with Helena next to her. Her new boyfriend lending her a car to use. Of course I was in the middle with Chelsea on the other side of me. My father would kill me if he discovered me in a car full of strangers. I didn't even know what I was thinking getting into a car with them. If this is how I get murdered then I deserve it.

         "So you guys are..," I begin.

          "Strippers?" Serenity finishes for me. She closes her small mirror and places it back into her purse. 

            "Yeah, it's one of the best ways to make a living in the city," Demi confesses.

              "I grew up in a small town so I wouldn't understand. Isn't it degrading? How can you go around so confident? I'm practically a stranger yet you invited me to a party," I exclaim. The radio gets turned down by Helena. She turns in her seat to look back at me.

               "People think it's degrading, but we don't care. While everyone works hours to make a few hundred dollars, we make it within ten minutes. The guys here are filthy rich," she brags. A wicked look in her eyes.

             The rest laugh in agreement of Helena's statement. "Plus we know everyone in the city around our age. We aren't a stranger to meeting new people if you get what I mean," Demi smiles at me.

              How was it possible to know everyone in a city? It was California, which was a large state alone. I couldn't imagine knowing everyone. I'm sure she's exaggerating.

              "So who's party is this? I-I haven't actually been to a party in years," I confess nervously.

              Every teenage had their rebellious phase. Mine was the worst compared to Jordan. I could remember my father bursting through the door like it was yesterday.

"He's so staring at you!" my best friend, Jess, said to me. I glance up over at the corner to see him leaning against the wall with a beer in his hand. His friends sitting on the couch next to him.

I send him a confident flirtatious smile. Jess squeals seeing him push off the wall. He was about to make his way over here. "You guys are going to at least make out!" Jess blurts out. If I was being honest, I was a Virgin.

I had my regrets about sneaking out to my first party. But as I stood there watching me crush come towards me I was excited. I felt like a normal teenager for once.

"Hey," I came to the realization he was in front of me. The red solo cup nearly falls out of my hands. I was so nervous.

"Hey, hows it going?" I ask casually.

"Good, I saw you came with Jess?" I open my mouth to answer to only see his face contort into fear. With a confused look I turn behind me to see what he feared.