Intoxicated With You

Chapter 2

Friday...

"No, Tyler. Please." I beg Tyler as he pulls me towards his car.

"You said that we'd hang out after school today and then go to the club," Tyler says as he opens the passenger side door.

"No, you said that," I point out, trying to get away from Tyler.

"Well, let's call this kidnapping then," he smiles at me before shoving me in the car and closing the door. He runs around the driver's side and hops in. "And you're lucky. You're about to have the funnest kidnapping of all time." Tyler says as he turns the car on and pulls out of the parking spot.

"It better be because I'm going to be dead when I get home," I mumble to myself, looking out of my window.

"Lighten up," Tyler says as we pull away.

Tyler drove us to the mall first because he said I couldn't wear a sweatshirt to the club. After walking around the mall for a few hours, I managed to find one shirt that Tyler said would be ok at a club. It's a low-cut tank top with ruffles in black. It's not too flashy or revealing, so I'm semi-comfortable with it, but it's much more revealing than I'm used to. I'm used to my sweatshirt hoodie with a jacket over it, but apparently, that's not ok at a club. I don't want to go to the club if it's just going to be packed with people like my stepfather and his friends. I get enough of that at home.

"Blake"

"What?" I say, sitting up a little bit straighter in the car seat.

"What were you thinking about? You were pretty lost in thought?" Tyler asks me as he pulls out of a drive-thru I didn't realize we stopped for.

"Oh, nothing." I lie. "You got food. What did you get?" I ask, effectively changing the subject.

"I got us food." He corrects me.

"Us? Why?" I ask

"Because we are going to a club. IF any drinks are drunk, I think it would be best if we both eat before handsome nothing gets too out of control." He explains.

"Oh... thank you. I don't have any money on me, but I can pay you back at school." I mumble.

"Don't worry about it. My treat." Tyler winks at me

"Tyler..... can I ask you something?" I ask, turning to him a little.

"Sure. You can ask me anything," he says with a smile but keeps his eyes on the road.

"Why me? Of all the people at school you could have become friends with, of all the empty seats you could have sat in Monday in class, why me?" I ask, looking at him.

"Because you looked like you needed a friend the most. And I believe everyone should have one good friend no matter what." He says, glancing at me.

"You seem great, don't get me wrong, but I don't want any friends. I only cause trouble for people." I mumble.

"Well, it's too late. We're already friends, and we're already here, so it's too late. Tyler says, pulling into a parking spot. "I'll give you a minute to change into your new shirt, and then we're going." I let out a sigh.

"Come on. It will be fun. Relax. Live a little." Tyler smiles as he steps out and closes the car door. Ugh. Fine. I guess we're doing this. I glance at Tyler, who has his back leaned against the car door, giving me some privacy. I take a deep breath and start taking off all my layers of clothes. A minute later, I step out of the car wearing my new shirt and feel very self-conscious. I step out of the car, close the door, and cross my arms over my chest, hoping to cover as much as possible.

"Oh, you look so pretty," Tyler says with a smile.

"I look like a dumpster fire. Just now, I'm wearing a nicer shirt" I give him a look.

"You don't look like a dumpster fire Blake," Tyler says with a laugh.

"Come on. Clubs this way." He says, pointing off to the right.

"So you really grew up here?" I ask him.

"Yep. All my life." he nods.

"That's cool," I whisper.

"Yeah, I guess. It is nice to go to a smaller school and live in a town. You know, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone instead of just being part of a crowd." He shrugs

"All I've ever wanted was to get lost in a crowd... I feel too... noticeable at home," I sigh.

"Noticeable?"

"Yeah. I wish I could just fade into oblivion where nobody could see me, and nobody could hurt me or humiliate me." I sigh. Why am I being so honest with him right now? Tyler stops walking and looks at me.

"Blake, is this about how Mr. Dawson talks to you in class? Because I've heard how some other teachers talk to you and heard how the students talk about you and see how they treat you. If you want me to talk to -"

"No. It's fine. I'm fine. I just wish sometimes people could be just a little nicer, that's all." I shrug. "But hey, it's high school. If everyone got along, there wouldn't be so many crappy high school tv shows." I smile

"You know I've never seen you retaliate or stand up for yourself... why not?" Tyler asks me.

"It's Darwinism. Survival of the fittest. They're sharks attacking at will, and I know I'll never be a shark. I'm a cuttlefish." I shrug

"A cuttlefish?"

"I blend into my environment to survive. The better I blend, the better I survive." I explain, "I can't blend in if I stand up for myself every time someone wrongs me. I'd never survive that one. I don't even think I'd last a week." I laugh.

"Well, lucky for you, I can stand up for you," Tyler says with a smile.

"You're going to be a shark?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Honey, I'm a wolf." He laughs. Ok, sure, dude.

"A wolf? I say turtle before I'd say wolf." I tease him.

"You don't think I could be a wolf?" He laughs.

"Not at all. You're not big, ferocious, and scary."

"Only when it comes to people I care about." He smiles. I just roll my eyes. Whatever helps you sleep at night. We keep walking to the club and get in line at the door.

"You brought your ID, right?" Tyler asks.

"N- No, I don't have one," I say, looking down at the ground.

"You don't have an ID? You're 18. You don't have a driver's license or -"

"I ain't got no car, so my stepfather never thought I needed an ID. He says that would make it easier for me to get away." I explain

"Easier to get away?" Tyler asks, crossing his arms to look at me.

"I am the problem child, remember? Why give me a way to cause more problems?" I shrug.

"Oh. Well, don't worry about it. I know the bouncer; he'll let us in." Tyler shrugs.

"Well, that's good. We came this far. I'd hate for it all to be a waste." I say. We almost reach the front of the line when Tyler throws his arm over my shoulder. I pull away from him, but he pulls me back.

"Tyler, please... I really don't like being touched." I say as I pull away again, but he keeps his arm firmly around me and leans in.

"Just go with it." He whispers in my ear. I stop struggling as the line moves, and he leads me to in front of the bouncer. He then takes his arm off me and whispers something in the bouncer's ear as they both look at me. It takes a second for the bouncer to smile but eventually, he does, then nods towards the door. Tyler puts his arm back around me and leads me in the door. Tyler takes his arm from around me as soon as we're in.

"Sorry. That was just the easiest way to get in since you didn't have an ID." He explains.

"It's ok." I shrug.

"Hey. Relax a little. You're so.... tense." Tyler says, crossing his arms, mimicking my body language since I got out of the car.

"Here, I'm going to get you a drink so you can loosen us," Tyler says to me. I nod and start scratching my arm as Tyler walks toward the bar. I could use something right about now. I'm not big on drinking, but hopefully, that will do; if not, it's a club. I'm sure I could find something here. Anything would help right now. I start making my way to the far corner of the club as I watch the crowd. Watching for anyone coming near me, watching to see if I could find any drugs. I lean back against the wall and get comfortable. It doesn't take long for Tyler to bring me a drink.

"Here you go, m'lady," he says as he bows some and presents me a glass.

"You're such a weirdo." I laugh.

"Yeah, it's that's what it takes to make you smile then yeah." He says, leaning against the wall next to me. We both take sips of our drinks. Mine isn't that bad. I usually only get to taste the alcohol on someone's breath.

"Thanks," I say, looking at Tyler and smiling. "I'll find a way to pay you back."

"I kidnapped you remember. It's my treat." Tyler says, taking another sip of his drink.

"So far, this has been a pretty good kidnapping... I'd rate it five stars on yelp," I say as I elbow him and laugh. I started itching my arm again, this drink is good, but it's not doing the trick. I need more.

"Hey, I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I say, finishing my drink and handing the glass to Tyler. I make my way thru the crowded club and towards the bar when I see a door on the side where people are going in and out. Bingo. I make my way towards the door to find it is the bathroom. As soon as I walk in, I see a girl snorting something off the bathroom sink. She looks up at me once I walk in.

"Sweet. Where'd you get that?" I ask her. She smiles.

"My boyfriend. Your cool?" She asks me.

"Yeah"

"He deals. You want?" She asks, stepping aside.

"Hell yeah," I say, stepping up to the sink. I take a deep breath in and snort up as much as I can, just like I saw her do. I've never tried coke before. I've ever only really been given downers and sedatives. That's better. I let out a deep breath as I stand back up. "That's good stuff." I look at the girl smiling. I feel better already.

"This was great and all, but what else does he deal?" I ask.

"I can see what he has on him" she smiles as she does another bump.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," I say as I walk back out of the bathroom. That was just what I needed. I head back to Tyler, who is exactly where I left him.

"Hey," I smile at him.

"Hey, you seem happier," he smiles as he stands up from leaning against the wall.

"I am. You want to dance?" I ask him. I want to do something and move.

"How bout I get us another drink, and if you still want to dance, then you can go dance," Tyler says.

"Hey, I caught that. I'm sure I can find someone else to dance with if you don't want to," I say to Tyler while looking around the club for anyone else that will want to dance with me.

"Alright, fine. I need another drink if I'm going to dance, though. So one more drink, then we can dance." Tyler says. I nod. "Did you like your last drink?" Tyler asks me.

"Yeah!" I nod again.

"Ok. I'll get you another one," Tyler says as he heads off towards the bar. I stay where I am and close my eyes, listening to the music. I like the song. I start moving around a little bit to the beat. I feel like someone is looking at me, but I don't mind. Soon Tyler comes back with the drinks breaking me out of my trance.

"You want to dance, huh?" Tyler says, handing me my drink. I'm still swaying back and forth some.

"I just want to be moving. It feels nice." I say, taking my drink out of Tyler's hand. "Thank you."

"I'm guessing you've never been to a club before," Tyler laughs.

"No. Never" I nod.

"Well, we have to make sure you have the best time then, so you agree to come back with me." Tyler smiles as he uses his arm to twirl me around as I laugh.

"I don't think there will be a next time. I told you my stepdad's going to kill me for this." I laugh as I take a sip of my drink.

"Well, let's let you live a little so it will be worth it." Tyler smiles as he finishes his drink. I do the same. We put both glasses down on a nearby table and grab Tyler's hand leading him out on the dance floor. This isn't so bad. Tyler and I dance together for a few minutes before a new song starts playing. It feels really good. This is the best I've felt without heroin in a long time. The new song starts, and I move closer to Tyler, turn around, and start grinding on him. He puts his hands on both my hips and pulls me even closer. We start moving as one when I hear someone shout, "MINE!" Then I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from Tyler. I turn around and see a man with his back to me staring at Tyler, and Tyler has his hands up in surrender, shaking his head at the guy.

"What's going on?" I ask Tyler as I move to get away from this guy, but he has his hand pretty firmly on my shoulder, but my moving only makes him tighten his grip. "Stop, you're hurting me." I keep pushing to get out of his grasp. The man stops and turns to me, looking me over, concerned, and dropping his hand from my shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He says, looking at the red mark on my shoulder where he was holding me.

"Tyler?" I call out as I take a step back.

"Hey, don't be scared of me." The man says, taking another step closer to me as I take a step back.

"Tyler?" I squeak out again. The man stops walking toward me, and Tyler appears next to him, bouncing on his toes a little bit, but neither of them says a word. Eventually, the man sighs, and Tyler runs towards me, careful not to touch me. Good. I hate being touched.

"You're ok. He didn't mean to hurt you. Please don't be scared." Tyler says quickly in my ear so I can hear him over the loud music.

"I want to go home. Please," I say, looking from the man to Tyler. At least at home, I know what to expect. At home, I can prepare myself. Here it just comes out of nowhere. I'd rather go home and deal with people. I know what to expect from them. Tyler looks at the guy, then back at me. "Please. It was fun while it lasted, but I want to go home now." I say to him. Tyler nods and starts leading me out of the club. Thank god.

We make it back to the car without saying a word. I open the passenger side car door and start putting on my shirt, hoodie, and jacket, trying to put as many layers between me and the outside world as possible.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that. Are you ok?" Tyler asks as he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me" I quickly pull away from him, and he pulls his hand away.

"I know that was weird, but I can explain," Tyler says, looking at me.

"I just want to go home" Looking forward, pulling my book bag onto my lap, and clinging to it like my life depended on it. I feel my hands start shaking, and I try to control it, but it only makes the shaking worse.

"Ok," Tyler mumbles as he puts the key in the ignition and turns it.

It was a long silent ride home. Every now and then, I could feel Tyler look over at me and want to say something, but he never did. I didn't mind the quiet. Over the years, I've learned to love the silence because when you spend half your time in a drugged-up haze, you learn to find peace in the silence.

"You can drop me off here," I tell him once he gets to the end of the street that the school is on.

"In the middle of the street?" Tyler looks at me. "No way. It's the middle of the night. I'm not dropping you off in the middle of the street." He shakes his head.

"Fine. I'll direct you to my house, but please don't pull in the driveway. I'm already in enough trouble." I sigh.

"Ok"

"Take a right up ahead; it's the last house on the left." I direct him. He does what I say and pulls over in front of the last house on the left. I hop out of the car and look back at Tyler.

"Thanks.... it was fun while it lasted. So thanks," I say as I stand up and close the car door behind me, then start walking up the driveway. As soon as I step on the front porch, I turn back and wave to Tyler. He waves back and then drives away. Once Tyler is out of sight, I walk off the porch and back down the driveway as I start my walk home. It's about a 5-minute walk home. The cold night air felt good... I don't remember the last time I was conscious enough to see the sunset, much less was free enough to be able to go outside.

I get home and open the front door, hoping my stepfather and his friends are already drunk enough to be passed out. Of course, I'm not that lucky. I barely have the front door closed before it starts.

—— SLAP——

"Where have you been?!" My stepfather yells as I grab the railing on the stairs to regain my balance.

"I'm sorry." I apologize.

"All you have to do is go to school and come home. You can't even do that right!" One of his friends comes from behind me up the stairs and kicks my back, causing me to fall forward and land on the ground. My stepfather picks me up by my hair.

"I do everything for you! And this is my repayment?! You go and run around town whoring yourself out to any goy that gives you attention. Yeah, I know about that," He yells in my face.

"It's not like that," I try to defend myself.

"Like I'd believe a lair like you. Ha!" He laughs humorously. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." He says as he pulls thru the house towards the basement. s**t.

"No, no. Please no!" I tried to fight back, but it was not good enough. He pushes me down the stairs. I land at the bottom of the stairs on my arm and hear it crack, and I scream out in pain and roll on the ground.

——KICK——

I feel pain spread thru my spine and all over my back.

"Oh, stop! Please stop!" I beg.

"Oh, but you've not learned your lesson yet." My stepfather says, walking down the stairs to me. "Get her on the bed." I feel hands on me picking me up, one of which uses my hurt arm to pick me up. I scream out in pain again. They set me on the bed, and one of them pulls off my jacket forcefully, again hurting my arm causing me to scream.

"Look at that. We haven't even started to yet, and she's already screaming," I hear one of his friends laugh while pulling off my jeans while another one pulls off my hoodie.

"Why does she have to wear so many clothes?"

"Just get them off her," my stepfather orders. They pull off my leggings and two shirts. "Hold her down." They do as he says, like always. And like always, I kick and scream and beg, but they don't listen.

"Well, well, well, looks like someone else has been touching her too." My stepfather says, running his thumb over the slight bruise forming on my shoulder from the guy earlier tonight.

"Listen here b***h” my stepfather says.

——SLAP——

"I said listen here b***h!" He yells in my face as he unbuttons his pants.

"I'm listening," I cry out.

"Shut her up." He growls out, and someone stuffs a cloth in his mouth as I scream, but it's no use. My hands are tied above my head, and my legs are handcuffed to the bottom of the bedposts, forcing them open. As always, all my fighting is of no use.

In a flash, my stepfather thrusts himself into me as I cry and pull against my restraints to fight him off. As usual, his friends just stand around and watch as I cry and plead. They like my humiliation. After a few minutes, one of his friends walks over to me, pulling the gag out of my mouth and showing a cold metal ring in my mouth in its place, forcing my mouth open. I let out a scream, only for it to be cut off by him shoving his d**k in my mouth. Face f*****g me. I try to scream again, but that just seems to be getting him off more.

This seems to last forever when I hear the door open—Jeff's home. The guy in my mouth pulls out, takes the ring out, and shoves the gag back in before I can scream. Then I see another of my stepfather's friends walking toward me with a syringe. I look at him and nod. Please. I don't want to be here for this. He shoves the needle and my arm and presses down.

And soon, darkness.