She just put the final touches on her makeup and walked out to her Lyft. Crystal’s house was only a 12 minute walk, but it was getting cold out and she didn’t want to get sick. She took the plunge with Pink Whitney and never looked back.
She woke up periodically throughout the gathering. She didn’t mean to get this fucked up, but someone broke out a joint and then a vape and now she was cross faded. Indica wasn’t her strain for a reason.
She started floating, yet running in her dream. She was definitely up higher than before and her legs were unquestionably moving beneath her.
“Alright guys, I’ll get her home safe!” Was the first thing she heard when she fully came to. She was standing by the door, her jacket being wrapped around her shoulders. Her brain finally caught up to her eyes for two seconds realizing Him was ushering her out the front door,
“Yeahhh that vodka will get her every time. Alright, y’all!” He called out, waving to the other people in the living room.
“Tell her to text me when she wakes up! I’ll send over an Instacart hangover care package,” Freya said.
“Haha! Will do! I’ll come back when she’s good.”
“Okay! Drive safe!” She said as the room joined in a collective and scattered ‘Bye’ and ‘See you later’.
He placed her in the front seat, her mind so gone she wasn’t protesting. She had apparently gone out for another second, snapping back when she smelled His cologne fill her nostrils. He was leaning over her body to buckle her seatbelt.
“No. No,” she whined out as flashbacks from their last time alone together came crashing down. She started to writhe in her seat, almost seeming like she was trying to get out.
“Hey, hey, hey. I’m gonna let anything bad happen to you.” She looked at him, eyes half open as he gave her a kind smile. She managed to keep her eyes open long enough to see the car pull away from the people who could save her.
She was still fading in and out of consciousness, only catching half phrases and moans and grunts. She was out but her body could feel her soul get scared and confined. Out of the dream state she was lightly bucking her legs as her brows were starting to furrow and her eyes scrunching. Suddenly she was awakened, taking in a giant breath as He had tightly wrapped his hand around her throat.
“There she is. Ohh there you are, baby,” he said caressing her face. He began thrusting his hips sharply with no mercy,
“No. Please stop,” she slurred out. She tried fighting once more but her arms were like noodles. She had no longer had control over her body.
“You were so fucking helpless in there. Anything could’ve happened to you,” he said breathily in her face.
“No. Not again. Get off of me.” She started to cry under her best friend.
“You’re so fucking helpless.”