CHAPTER 8

"Anna, you have to wear something nice to this party "Sydney whines, holding up an extremely short black shiny dress for me to wear. It’s finally Friday, and there is a party in apparently one of Sydney's friends. She finally convinced me to go to this party despite not knowing anything about the owner of the party. The week has been depressing especially because I haven’t seen Trevor at all in school after our last encounter. Though I didn't let his absence affect me, there was still that part of me that wished he was around. I am a strong girl though and I will neither show weakness nor care about Trevor anymore.

**The party...**

The music was loud, almost every girl was swaying her hip over a guy’s crotch while a few were drinking their ass off. Typical school parties **Que the eye roll**. Sydney was practically dragging me through a sea mass of sweaty bodies. We reach the kitchen which is practically a make-out session platform and sit on one of the stools, pouring drinks into plastic cups and taking shots. A couple of shots later, we walk out of the kitchen towards the dance floor and start swaying our hips to the beat. My eyes sweep across the room looking for someone, wishing that he could see how sexy I am and regret ever rejecting me. I feel so sexy and confident today in the so little dress.

I let the music take control of me as I sway my hips to the beat. My eyes are drawn to a pair of blue orbs, very bright and captivating. l refuse to avert my eyes from his and continue swaying my hips, now seductively. The blue eyes leave my face and trail down to my hips as mine leave his as well and travel to his mouth which is set in a thin line whether, in anger or something else, I refuse to let it bother me. He affects me so much without even intending to. I mentally shake my head to get rid of the thoughts but that does not seem to work. I need more drinks.

“I’ll be back Sydney,’’ I inform her but she doesn’t seem to have heard me as I squeeze myself past the mass of bodies and off the dance floor. “I am going to keep ignoring him!” I reassure myself as I head towards the kitchen for more drinks. With confidence, I pass him nonchalantly on my way but not without bumping my shoulder aggressively to his without even sparing a glance towards him.

As time passes by, I continue dancing now more seductively than ever, the alcohol now finally taking its effect. I feel someone pressing their crotch to my backside but it doesn’t bother me as I grind into him. I can feel how much I affect the person behind me when something nudges my bottom. I feel someone boring holes on my body and I know exactly who it is, so why not tease him just a tiny bit. I stare into the blue orbs as I grind harder now licking my lips seductively. I watch as his eyes turn cold and his teeth grit.

I know that I am daring him and I also know that I could land myself into trouble soon but I honestly don’t care about the consequences. A couple of songs later, I get tired and walk away from the dancefloor, not before kissing my dance partner on the cheek. I watch as Trevor walks away from my poor attempt of making him jealous. I don’t think my plot worked.

I make my way towards the washrooms while still moving my narrow waist to the rhythm of the music when I am suddenly slammed to the wall, hard. “What the hell!’ ’The person slams his filthy hand over my mouth muffling any attempt of screaming for help.

“Oh my, the picture I have of you does not do your beauty any justice, my dear.’’ The person says. I try to thrash against his hold to no avail. “Your uncle will reward me handsomely when I take you to him in time for the ceremony.’’ He adds. Through my attempts to escape his hold, I manage to remove his hand from my mouth and scream but he cuts me short but slamming my head to the wall making my vision hazy. “You bitch!’’

“Now that psycho is going to control my life when he gets a hold of me.’’ Thoughts of how my uncle is capable of ruining my life flash into my head before blacking out.