I started wandering around the my quiet street I live in, in San Diego. I dont care anymore. I have the shittest self-asteem ever, and after my parents news on their divorce, and my "best friend" srewing me over, I was done. I came across this house, with a load of cars parked outside and shitty pop music playing. I figured I'd see who/what was inside. I'm a good girl. I hate it, but I can't help it. I somehow get straight A's, do my homework, do what I know is best for me, and don't cave under peer pressure. Even though that's never a problem for me. It's not that I'm straight edge or anything, I just never had the chance to smoke or drink or have sex. I wanted to escape from the pain somehow. I heard people talk about how great it is to smoke weed, maybe it will make me feel better. I wanna go explore this party. I've never been to a real one, besides innocent kid birthday parties. I emerge from the tiny, un-organized bedroom I found with the weed in it, and venture out into the crowd. A dubstep beat was playing, and everyone was dancing and grinding on each other. I was extremely dizzy, and with this music playing, I felt amazing. It's hard to describe such a feeling, but it was nothing like I ever had experienced before. I joined the giant group of fucked up teenagers and tried dancing to the beat. I don't know what I was doing, all I know was everything was so funny. This somewhat attractive guy came behind me and grabbed my hips, and grinded along with me. It was so fun. I can't believe "innocent" little Maddi is high at a party. If only my "best friend," Tay, saw me now. She told me that we couldn't be friends anymore because I was too innocent and shy. Best friend means forever, cunt. The guy dancing with me whispered in my ear
"Hey, you're so hot. I'm Evan."
I bit my lip, and kept dancing. He turned me around and grabbed my wrists and tried getting me to follow him.
"No," I said. "I just want to dance."
"Come on hotstuff, lets go find a room." he said.
"Let go of me!" I yelled. I ran out of the huge space everyone was gathered in, into what seemed to be the kitchen. I noticed a door, and ran out.
I heard this mysterious guy Evan screaming, "Don't you run away from me, bitch."
"I don't even know you. I'm leaving now." I said, out of breath.
He shoved me onto the grass and got on top of me. I spit on his face, and screamed out for help. He covered my mouth, and took tried taking off my pants. I thought to myself, "come on Maddi you don't need this. Get him off." I bit his hand extremely hard, tasting blood in my mouth. He swiftly punched me in the eye multiple times. I cried out loud, just as he covered my mouth again.
"Stop being a little prude bitch, and let me fuck you. I know you want me, I mean who doesn't," he said with a sly look on his face.
I did everything I could to try and get him off of me. I punched and kicked and tried screaming as loud as I could.
"Dude, what the fuck! Get off her!," a tall figure said behind us.
He pushed Evan off me and started kicking him in the side and punching him in the mouth. I started running, then limping, off to the side of the house.
The tall guy yelled out "Wait! Are you okay? Who are you?."
I turned around. He had black spiked hair, with a cute nose ring. He was covered in tattoos, wearing a loose tank top and black jeans. He was my idea of perfect.
