I stayed at Ryan’s house.
Well… not for long.
Spsha suddenly lit up, as if she’d just remembered something exciting. “Oh! There’s this bar having a thing tonight. College night. Girls from all the campuses are going. Hot guys. Great music. And it’s like twenty minutes from here. You should come. We could go together. It’d be fun.”
My first instinct was to say no. I opened my mouth to tell her I wasn’t interested, that I didn’t do stuff like that, that I wasn’t in the mood, but then I remembered the way Ryan looked at me this morning.
Like he couldn’t even bear to be in the same room as me.
Like I was a mistake he couldn’t undo fast enough.
I hadn’t even packed my things. He told me to. Told me he’d gotten me a new apartment near school, that I should move out by the weekend. And even though I tried not to let it hurt, it did. It really did.
I didn’t want to leave his house. I didn’t want to stop seeing him or how he looked at me like I was some kind of fucking temptation he couldn’t stand. As messed up as it was, I’d rather be ignored under the same roof than not see him at all.
So maybe staying out late tonight wasn’t a bad idea.
“Yes,” I said.
Sasha blinked, then gasped. “Wait-really?!”
I nodded. “Yeah. Why not.”
She squealed, bouncing like a kid. “Yes! Girl, you’re gonna love it. You’ve never been to a bar before, have you?”
I hesitated. “No. Never.”
“Good. Even better. We’re popping your bar cherry. This is gonna be fun. Just trust me. I’ve got you. We’re going to my dorm right now to get ready. And don’t worry, I’ve got outfits. What size are you again? You know what, doesn’t matter, I’ve seen your body. I’ll find something.”
I laughed a little, despite myself. Her energy was insane, but I kind of liked it. It was a distraction. And maybe that’s exactly what I needed right now. Something, anything, to stop me from going home and packing my life. into a stupid suitcase. Something to stop me from crying again like I did this morning
Sasha pulled me along, chatting the whole way as we walked across campus toward the dorms. She kept talking about which heels to wear, which top would make me look hotter, which guys would be there, and how we were absolutely getting drunk tonight.
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ANNA’S POV
The bar was already loud and packed when we stepped inside. The lights were dim and pulsing with the beat of the music, and people were everywhere, dancing, grinding, laughing, and some already halfway to drunk. The moment Sasha and I walked in, heads turned. I could feel it. Guys were literally pausing their drinks mid-sip just to look at us,
I wasn’t even used to dressing this way, but Sasha had insisted. And honestly, I looked… different. Not bad different. Just… bold. The deep wine-colored mini dress she picked clung to me like it was made for my body. The strops were thin, the neckline dipped way lower than I was used to, and the slit up the side made it even worse or better, depending on how you looked at it. My hair was loose, falling in soft waves, and she made me wear matching lipstick. My black heels made me taller, mode my legs look longer, and somehow, they made me feel like a whole new person.
Sasha, on the other hand, looked like danger in block. A fitted little black dress with sheer sleeves, heels higher than mine, and her long braids piled into a messy bun that somehow looked perfect. She walked like she owned the place, and I just followed beside her, trying not to overthink every damn step I took
We passed people dancing like they had no shame. One couple was full-on making out against the wall. Another group of three were on the dance floor doing things that made my jow drop, two guys grinding a girl between them while their hands roomed all over her almost-naked body, and she looked like she was loving every second of it. One of them whispered something in her ear, she smiled, and they all walked off like they were heading somewhere… private.
Sasha pulled me to the bar and ordered drinks like she came here every night. I didn’t even know what she ordered. I just stood there beside her, already wondering if this was a mistake.
A guy slid up beside us and immediately started flirting with Sasha. He wasn’t bad-looking. Actually, he was kinda handsome in a basic, average kind of way. Not like Ryan. God, why was I even thinking about Ryan right now?
The man offered to pay for our drinks, saying, “Pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to spend a dime. You’re doing enough just looking that good.
Sasha laughed politely and told him no, but he paid anyway, smiled, and walked off.
I rolled my eyes and took my drink. The moment it hit my lips, the memory of this morning with Ryan flashed in my mind like a curse, and I groaned before gulping the entire thing in one go. It burned, but I didn’t care. I needed to forget him, even if it was just for one night.
Sasha looked at me. “Girl, what’s wrong with you? You just chugged that like it was water.”
‘Nothing. I just… need to dance. I need to clear my head.”
She grinned. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Let’s go. The night’s still young, and I want to see you let loose for once.”
We moved to the dance floor together. The music was loud and the beat was heavy, vibrating through my chest. As soon as we stepped in, guys started circling. It was like we were magnets or something.
One guy with red hair came straight to me, flashing a wide smile like he’d been waiting for this moment all night. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. The second you walked in, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
I forced a smile and rolled my eyes a little. “Right. Okay.”
But he didn’t leave..
Then my favorite song came on, and for a second, I forgot about everything. I let go. I started dancing like I actually knew what I was doing. Like I’d been to clubs before. My hips moved with the music, and I didn’t even care if anyone was watching.
Then I felt a hand grabbed my waist from behind, firm and a little too possessive. I froze for a second but didn’t turn around. He started grinding against me, his body pressing close, too close, and I could feel everything, including the hard bulge he was clearly proud of. At first, I just kept dancing, trying not to freak out, but he kept pulling me closer and closer until I realized he wasn’t dancing anymore. He was just… rubbing against me. Like he was trying to get off right there on the dance floor.
It was the red-haired man.
I tried to push him away but his grip tightened.
My heart started racing. Panic set in. go.”
I turned my face slightly and said, “Stop. Let me g
But he didn’t. He just leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I’ll take you to a nice hotel. We’ll have fun tonight. I’ll even pay you. Just one night.”
My blood ran cold.
“No,” I said firmly, louder this time. “I said no.”
He wasn’t listening.
I looked around, hoping someone would help, but everyone was busy dancing, too wrapped up in their own hookups to even notice what was happening. I didn’t see Sasha anywhere. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My hands shook as I shoved him with all the strength I had and he stumbled back, falling for a second.
But he got up, and this time, he was pissed.
He grabbed my wrist and started dragging me away from the dance floor. I was struggling hard, yanking my arm, trying to twist out of his grip, but he was too strong. No one cared. No one helped.
He pushed me against a dark corner wall and slammed his hand next to my head. His eyes were wild, red with lust. I kicked him. Hard. He slapped me across the face. I gasped and my vision blurred.
“You’ll enjoy it,” he said, trying to lift my dress up with his other hand. “Don’t fight it.”
“Let me go!” I screamed, tears stinging my eyes.
And then, just like that, he was gone.
Thrown off me.
And in the blink of an eye, another man took his place, one who wasn’t touching me, wasn’t even speaking, just beating the living hell out of him…
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