Girl Seduced (The Girl Interrupted Trilogy Book #1) (5 page)

             
I peered into the dim light.

“Sabrina?  Is that you?” 
I walked in and heard the door close behind me. 

             
“Sabrina?  Did you close…” and then I felt a hand on my butt.  Two hands started to massage my back and my butt, both at the same time. 

             
“Who? Where is…” and before I could finish my sentence, a tongue was in my mouth.  Deep inside my mouth. It was a sweet tongue, not a guy’s tongue.  I peered open as hard as I could and I could see a girl’s face.  It was the girl that was in the kitchen with the coffee.  My whole body went up in flames.  Two hands were still massaging my back and my butt, occasionally slipping between my legs towards the front, a tongue was in my mouth and another set of hands began unbuttoning my blouse. 

             
I tried to open my eyes and see what was happening.  I tried to at least make out faces or hands…it was as though there were hands, mouths, arms, legs, all over me and I couldn’t see one face.  Only shadows.  I felt a tongue on my left breast and two hands on my right one, a body leaning against my ass and then my pants came off.  Somehow, I had gone from standing to laying.  I was on a bed. I saw two candles, shadows everywhere, but nothing that made sense.  And it all felt so good that I stopped fighting.  And, then, I felt a needle go into my leg.  It hurt really bad.

             
“Please stop…I don’t know where I…” and a hand went firmly over my mouth.  One of the guys told me to shut up and held me down on the bed. 

             
“Wait – we were supposed to be looking for Sabrina and…” and it still felt good. All over.  Something – someone - went inside me – for the first time. It hurt, but only for a moment.  My virginity was being taken by someone I didn’t even know and I couldn’t even see, but I didn’t want it to stop. 

I
was starting to move with whoever was inside of me in the front of my body and then I felt someone enter me from behind, in my ass.  Again, it hurt, but the hurt turned into an orgasm that I had never experienced.  I was being violated from the front and the back at the same time by two different people. Whatever was injected into my leg was starting to really make me feel tingly and very good all over. Someone else was having sex with my breasts while someone else had put his private organ into my mouth, but I couldn’t tell who it was.  I couldn’t make out sense of anything – sounds, shapes, feelings, people, voices – only that I was experiencing the greatest sense of pleasure and pain at the same time that I didn’t even know was possible. 

             
It continued to hurt, but the pain was so exhilarating that I couldn’t stop.  I could only lay on the bed or stand, or have two hold me sideways while another held me in another position, which felt as if I was floating in the air.  I couldn’t stop them. I would feel one pull himself out, and another push himself in, hard and aggressively.  I could only continue to experience the unknown. The ecstasy. 

I
later learned that I was experiencing what is referred to as “the shoulder”, or the high. I was bordering on delusional, but completely agreeable with everything that was happening.  Somewhere inside of me, my real self was screaming for help, screaming for it to stop.  I was intensely focused on what was happening and, as far as I could tell, the actual high lasted for about six hours.  I had crossed a line she would never be able to cross back over again. 

Chapter Seven

I woke up, light-headed, alone and lying on the floor in a strange room.  I looked at the floor and then looked down at my body and realized that I was completely naked.  My clothes and other clothes that I didn’t recognize were thrown all around the room along with liquor bottles, crumpled paper and other things I didn’t recognize.  The sun was coming in the window, but it was blinding me.  I couldn’t tell if the sun was coming up or going down.  I had no sense of direction or time, only intense pain all over my body.

“OH MY GOD.” 
As I looked over my body more closely, I noticed several used condoms on the floor, scratches on my face, a horrible, putrid taste in my mouth and then noticed and focused on the area from my waist and down.  There were bruises, blood coming from between my legs, blood on my ass and my entire front and back was hurting so bad I couldn’t move. My legs were bloody and dirty. I tried to get up, but noticed that my left arm was bent backwards and I couldn’t move it. In fact, it was twisted into an unnatural shape and I knew just from looking at it that it was broken.

I started
trying to scream “Help”, but could barely whimper in a whisper.  Over and over, I kept saying “Help”, but no one came into the room.  I looked around the room for a phone. No telephone.

Then,
I noticed my bag under the bed. I had no idea how it had gotten there, but I thought about my cell phone and prayed that it would be in the bag if I could get to it.  I drug myself with my other arm, crawled, crying in pain, over to the bed and reached for the bag. I had to stop for a moment.  I could feel inside my mouth that there was something in my mouth.  I spit it out – it was a condom.  I vomited. 

Laying in the vomit,
I closed my eyes and prayed as I felt around in my bag and couldn’t believe that I found my cell phone.  “Oh God.”  I quickly dialed 911. 

             
“911 – What’s your emergency?”

             
What’s my emergency.  “I…I’m injured and I can’t move.”  I could barely talk.

             
“Maam, what’s wrong – I can barely hear you.  Are you alone?  Is there anyone there with you?”

             
I kept whimpering “help”.  Over and over.  The woman on the phone was getting panicked, from the sound of her voice.

             
“Honey, don’t hang up.”  I could hear her on the radio calling for a police officer. 

             
“Can you talk at all?  Are you alone?  Is anyone with you?” 

             
I managed to muster enough voice to answer her in broken sentences.

             
“Alone.  Bleeding…hurts…(whimpering)….broken arm…help….”

             
I heard her on another line calling an ambulance as well as a police dispatch.               

“Honey, where are you?”  I didn’t even know the address.  I started crying.  How could I be so stupid???  “
”Don’t know….end of Myer’s Street….yellow house…”

             
The operator stopped as if she immediately knew the house.  “Don’t worry.  I’ve got a tracker on your cell phone.  The police and ambulance are on their way.  Can you stay on the line until they arrive?”

             
“Yes please.”  I started to sob.  “Scared.”  And then I started crying and my voice came back to me.

“
I don’t know what happened.  I don’t know how I got here. I…” and there was a knock on the door downstairs.  “I hear someone – I think it’s the police.”

             
“It is, dear.  They just radio’d that they are at the residence.  Are you upstairs or downstairs?”

             
“Upstairs.  I can see trees out the window….”  Before she finished her sentence, the door to the room opened and two EMT’s walked into the room.

             
“Ms. Stanton?”  I immediately became aware that I wasn’t wearing anything.  One of them covered me with a lightweight warm towel and called in to another dispatch. 

             
“Thank you…” to the woman on the phone.  The EMT took the phone, hung it up and I drifted off.

             
The two EMT’s were quickly followed by two police officers who started putting up the yellow crime tape all over the room.  One was on a phone talking outside the room of the bedroom, but I could hear blips of what he was saying…”she’s naked, bleeding”, “condoms”, “bottles”, “party”, and other such words, as if this was an ordinary occurrence.  He walked back into the room and I automatically felt the need to speak.  I was very dizzy and very tired.

             
“Sir…” he looked at me.  “I know what this much look like, but I’m not…”

             
He knelt down next to me.  “Don’t worry about anything.  What this looks like is something that is all too common in this area.  How many were there?” He was obviously talking about the guys.

             
I started dozing off.  The EMT told the officer, “I just gave her a sedative.  She may start getting drowsy.”

             
“Honey, don’t worry.  We’ll talk later when you are feeling a little better.  We’re going to take you to the hospital to make sure you’re OK and take care of your injuries, OK?  You’re safe now.” 

             
I laid my head back and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Eight

              I woke up, disoriented and looked around.  I was obviously in a hospital bed and had several monitors and IV’s hooked up in my arm.  I heard Sabrina speak.

             
“Jasmine!  OH MY GOD.  Are you OK?  What happened to you last night?  Where were you?  I’ve been so worried about you…”  She started crying and holding her head.

             
Jasmine continued to think, trying to put the events of the previous day together to figure out how she had ended up injured in a hospital room.  School, the Christmas break party, Sabrina and her picking out clothes and doing each other’s hair, being excited and nervous about the party…her stomach started to feel nauseous and wretched.

“Sabrina, I think I’m going to…” she didn’t make it.  She threw up all over her bed, herself and the floor.  Green, pale and everywhere.  Sabrina ran out of the room.

“NURSE!!  We NEED a nurse!!  Jasmine just threw up all over the place!!”

I
lie down in the bed.  I continued to think as I wiped my mouth with a towel nearby.  I waited, but nurses and orderlies started to race into the room.  I was clean before I knew it.  They had changed my bedding, given me a quick bed-bath and cleaned the floor in about fifteen minutes.  Sabrina was waiting outside the room.

Sabrina came back into the room
.  I started asking her questions, awake and feeling a bit more oriented.  Where were you?  I waited for you…why did you leave?”  I started to cry.  I couldn’t believe that Sabrina would leave me.  I kept asking her questions.

             
“I don’t know exactly what happened last night.  Sabrina, what do you know?  Where am I?”

             
“You’re in St. Vincent Memorial in Intensive Care.  Apparently, the police are saying…”

             
“The police?  Why are the police involved?  Was I attacked?  And how did you find out that I was here?”

             
“Everyone knows you’re in the hospital.  The police aren’t sure about what happened and they are sort of waiting to talk to you when you’re feeling better.  Do you remember anything about last night?”

             
I thought more carefully about the night before and tried to put the pieces together.  I definitely remembered Jonathan and how he had to leave, but that I had stayed to try to find Sabrina.

             
“Yes – I stayed.  I was trying to find you.  I was worried about where you were because you didn’t seem like you were alright.  The last I saw you, you were stumbling, mixing up your words and being carried off by two guys I had never seen before.  I waited for several hours and decided to go and look for you.  I went into the kitchen and there were some people making coffee, and they offered me some. I was very tired, but I couldn’t leave without knowing you were OK, so I drank some coffee and then, my head started spinning a little, but I thought I was just tired.  I wasn’t leaving without you.”

             
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.  A doctor came in and asked Sabrina to step out. 

             
“Hi, Jasmine.  How are you feeling this morning?” 

             
“Very confused and I have a terrible headache.  My arm hurts and I’m really sore all over…” She didn’t want to go into detail, but her private parts were hurting terribly.

             
“Ms. Stanton, I have to ask you some questions before the police come in to question you.”

             
“The police?  They’re here now?  Is this really necessary?”

             
The doctor took out his chart and started reading over reports, like lab results, history, and other pertinent information and acted as though he didn’t hear my last question. 

             
“What do you remember about last night, Jasmine?”

             
I recalled the night, as I had for Sabrina.  I remembered going up the stairs and then, as if hit by a baseball bat in the head, I remembered being in a room - the room full of people – that quickly just became a mesh of naked bodies - and the total confusion that I felt in her head.  I remembered waking up this morning, but I wasn’t sure if I had passed out or had been knocked out or just fell asleep.