Real Encounters

*You think you know someone...*

Several years ago, James, my best friend since junior high, moved a few streets away from me. We'd get together and drink and do the drugs a few nights a week and spent a lot of time together on weekends as well. Over the years I became good friends with his roommate, Adam. We're sitting there in the living room one night getting started on one of our usual evenings. James goes into the kitchen to start making some food (he always made amazing food) and I get up to use the bathroom. I come back, sit down, and start sipping my drank. It was my second rum and coke.

After probably 30 minutes or so I start feeling really really drowsy. I should note here that James always makes my drinks for me because he's sweet like that, but they're always super strong because that's how he makes his own. I thought maybe I was just sensitive to the alcohol that night for someone reason. Maybe I hadn't eaten enough or was dehydrated or something. But then it really started to hit. It was taking every ounce of willpower I had just to keep my eyes open. I couldn't even hold my head up. I knew something was really wrong.

I'm female 5'8" 120lbs but two drinks (even 2 of James' drinks) never affected me like that. Then the rolling blackouts started. I don't know how long I was out each time, but I’d black out then jolt awake and then black out again. I was trying so fucking hard to stay conscious. I remember trying to verbalize that something was wrong. After probably about the 3rd round of that, I blacked out again and woke up even more disoriented and my head hurt and I didn't understand what I was seeing. I felt my stomach contents coming up. They came out and went UP my face. Turns out I was being carried by Adam heading to his room.

I somehow managed to groan James's name loud enough for him to come see what the fuck was going on. Next thing I know I'm being manhandled to the floor and propped against a side table and James's face is in my face and I'm trying to say what happened but apparently I was just babbling. James put 2 and 2 together and next thing I know Adam is on the floor and James is kicking the shit out of him. I passed out again and slept until morning. Woke up in James's bed. He'd been watching me all night to make sure I was ok. I got filled in on the missing pieces of the previous night.

Even after the beating, at first Adam wouldn't admit he did anything. He said he was just going to take me in his room and let me sleep because I kept dozing off. James then said he was taking me to the hospital because he knew Adam slipped me something and if Adam wouldn't say what, then he would find out himself.

I guess that made Adam scared cops would be involved or something so he admitted to mixing a double dose of his sleeping pills into my drink. We think his plan was to say that I willingly came into his room on my own and pretend I must have been too drunk to remember what I did. I completely trusted this guy and I would have never thought he'd do something like that. After knowing him for a few years he'd never given any indication he was anything other than a genuine good guy. It further instilled in me the fact that anyone is capable of anything and we never really know what is going on inside someone else's head, no matter how much we think we do. I didn't go over there ever again. James would come to my place to hang out and their relationship completely changed. James moved to Florida for a job about 6 months later.