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I look around and am surprised to discover how many shady-looking people are lurking around the dark street. While I was having my meltdown, I got surrounded and didn’t even notice it. I make eye contact with some dude standing with a bottle. He takes a sip as he leans on one of the buildings and eyes me hungrily, instantly giving me the creeps.

“Shit,” I mumble under my breath.

Great, this is fantastic. Right now, it seems I have three options.

Option one, turn on my heel and run toward the nearest police station to give myself up. That means I will soon be back at my house with my lovely father, being beaten and most probably raped.

Option two, I stay here waiting for a miracle to happen and get kidnapped and most likely raped by some creep.

Option three, I go with Ricky and his friends, and get food and a place to wait for a while where I can also most likely get raped. But there's also a chance they'll be alright.

Some options I have.

The chilly air around me, my growling stomach, and the death of the last shreds of hope for some miracle to save me, are what makes the decision for me.After all, desperatetimescall for desperatemeasures.

“Let’s go then,” I announce to Ricky, to which he smiles triumphantly before leading the way.

CHAPTER VII

JENNY – 21 YEARS OLD

Boom, boom, boom. I feel the bass vibrating through the floor, as my head lolls to the side. I look up, and then quickly shut my eyes when the blurred lights assault my stinging eyeballs. I try to touch my aching head, but my arms feel too heavy to lift.

“Hey, there, little Jenny. Having fun?”

The image whirls after I’m being yanked up, and now I’m drunkenly dancing in a crowded, stuffy room full of strangers. I pull my hands up, gyrating my hips to the rhythm. When I feel a tap on my shoulder, I twirl around.

“Ricky!” I throw myself at the smiling man, almost knocking us both to the ground in the process.

“Hey, girl. Been looking for you all over the place,” Ricky yells to my ear, and nods at his outstretched hand with two white pills on it.

“What is it?” I ask, slurring my words.

“Does it matter?” He shrugs.

The scenery changes yet again, and now I sit on the floor, my legs fully exposed, so I peer down with a frown to realize that I’m only wearing my underwear. I hiss in surprise when I feel stinging pain in my fingers as the cigarette I didn’t even know I was holding, starts burning out.

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