Seven

Life isn't a fairy tale.

And yet, some people believe it is. The sad truth is that life can never be as picture perfect as fairy tales. So, if you lost your shoe at midnight, you're probably drunk.

People don't even have the decency to return your pencil, so I don't see the point for someone to walk a single step just to return a shoe.

And don't even get me started on Rapunzel. Who can grow hair that long, and what was going on in her mind to chop almost all of it off?!

I would never cut my hair. Okay, maybe a trim, but not to that extent.

Thoughts like this come to your mind when your best friend decides to ditch you in a party full of hormonal teenagers grinding on each other. I shouldn't have fell for that puppy-dog face of hers. It has always lead me into trouble, and I learned that the hard way.

Going to a party with Drake blasting in full volume, people making out and doing it wherever they can in every corner of the house, and people drinking their life away is definitely not how I planned to spend my weekend. Movie marathons and binge-watching Vampire Diaries is what I had in mind. But of course I was done for when Stella marched into my room with two slutty dresses in her hand.

"Get up bitch! We are going to PARTAYYY!" Is what she said, in those exact words. I tried to plead with my brother to help me out, but of course Stella already sorted everything out.

The backless black dress hugged my curves, sparkling in the dim lighting. It had a low neckline and ended, luckily, upto my knees. Somehow, this was much more modest than Stella's dress. She forced me to put on makeup and let my hair cascade down my back, ending at my elbows. Honestly, it would've been easy to just tie it into a messy bun, but Stella shoved that thought down quickly. This is so not my scene. It felt like my heart was beating out of my chest because of the loud music that practically shook the house.

This is yet another one of the famous James Parkins weekend parties, which usually ends with massive hangovers and people nursing their heads, which most likely feel like someone took a bat to their brain. I don't understand why people think it's cool to have random teenagers puking in gardens and doing the dirty all over the house. I don't even let people kiss on my couch. It just grosses me out.

My eyes roamed around the room, only to land on a certain someone with blonde hair and green eyes wearing an almost transparent black top over a Victoria Secret black bra and a short skirt. My eyes landed on the boy pressed against her. He was cute, but he didn't look like someone from our school. My eyes roamed further and lent on him. He was unmistakable with his black hair and piercing blue eyes. His black shirt hugged his biceps, perfectly matching his jeans. I gawked at him from afar, knowing he wouldn't see me in the dimly lit room.

He was making out with some chick, and they were literally eating each other's face. The chick sitting on his lap was none other than Catharine Wallace, the queen bee of the school.

Don't they feel embarrassed doing that in public?

Not judging or anything, maybe, kinda, sorry.

Suddenly, I heard moans from beside me. I immediately stood up from the coach, completely grossed out. I beeline for the kitchen, noticing my parched throat.

I was very close to pulling my hair out in frustration when a few creepy guys tried to grab my butt. I took a deep relaxing breath, relieved to see no one else in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I bent slightly down and looked for a bottle of water. Even though Stella dragged me here to 'have fun,' I refuse to get drunk.

She ditched the second we stepped foot on the property, even though she promised to not leave my side for at least an hour.

"Don't worry Lynnie, you won't feel out of place because I'll be by your side for at least an hour."

I shook my head slightly, a small smile on my face. I already knew she'd ditch me instantly. She can't control herself when it comes to parties. She loves the alcohol, the dancing, and the blaring music.

"Gotcha!" I smiled, finding a bottle. I popped off the cap and chugged the entire thing in almost one sip. I felt a buzz, and soon I started to feel dizzy.

Don't tell me it's spiked!

It took me several attempts to walk out of the stuffy room. Craving fresh air, I decided to head to the garden. I was stopped when I felt an arm snake around my waist. I was pushed against the kitchen wall, and before I could see the person's face, I felt their hands slide down my body and land on my butt. I tried to scream, but my voice wasn't loud enough to be heard over the booming music.

This is not how I want to lose my virginity!

I felt something wet on my neck. I tried pushing him away, but it felt like my energy was leaving me. I felt dirty and disgusted. Tears slid down my cheeks as my attempts got weaker and weaker. Before he could go further, I decided to do the next best thing.

I rose my knee and kneed him as hard as I could in the balls. He instantly released me, falling to the ground in agony. I took this as my cue and walked away. Angry drunks are the worst, so it's always better to get as far away from them as possible. Elbowing people out of my way, I finally arrived at the garden. Plopping down on one of the benches, I rest my pounding head on my hands.

"Get back here, whore!" I heard someone shout. Judging from his expression and his hands cradling his *ahem*, he's the same creep that tried to kiss me in the kitchen. I quickly stood from my spot on the bench, my steps faltering due to an overwhelming dizzy sensation. He stumbled in my direction. Before I had the chance to run, he gripped my hips tightly and pushed me against yet another wall.

"Stop!"

I tried to kick him again, but I had no energy left to fuel it. I was in no condition to successfully defend myself. If he raped me, I wouldn't be able to push him away. Tears spilled out of my eyes and I pushed him with all the energy I had left, but he was so strong.

Remind me to kill Stella later.

Suddenly, his body was ripped off me. I heard a loud grunt, but I had no energy to completely open my eyes. A wave of exhaustion hit me, and I felt myself fall as my legs gave out from under me.

"Lay a single finger on her again and I will fucking kill you." A voice growled. It sounded familiar, a little too familiar.

The ground grew closer as I felt the pounding in my head grow painful. Just as I was about to hit the ground, I felt someone wrap their arms around me. Their touch was oddly comfortably, yet familiar.

I know that touch.

"C'mon baby, open your eyes." A deep voice murmured.

That was the last thing I heard before my body went completely limp, darkness surrounding me.

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