A NIGHT TO REMEMBER 

Drink! Drink! Drink!" I heard my friends cheering. 

As the cheers of my friends continued to echo in my head, I gave in to their infectious energy. With a mixed feeling of excitement and restlessness, I gulped another glass of Madeira wine.

I felt its rich flavor blended with the sharp taste of brandy on my tongue. I felt the room spin and the blurry effect of the lights on my eyes as I lost track of the number of shots I had taken, and time seemed to be going in my favor, leaving me in a blurry state of distractions. 

"Let's hit the dance floor," Cynthia shouted and pulled both me and Khloe towards the dance floor. She is one of my closest friends. We just got a new job at a big firm. We came here to celebrate. 

I laughed and allowed her to take me even though I could feel my head spinning and the room blurry. The flashes of the different colors of light weren't helping at all. 

Despite that, I moved my body to the loud music filling the place. As the sound became louder, I moved my body to the rhythm of the music. 

I danced like all my problems had ended until I suddenly felt a hand behind my waist. He held my waist, and I could feel him moving his body to the music. I didn't stop to look at who it was; we were on a dance floor, and I thought it was normal. I moved my hips and danced harder. 

He tried to keep up with my moves, our body swaying in perfect accord. He moved his hands slightly underneath my boobs and stopped. He was barely touching them with his thumb.

  I suddenly felt very hot. The material of my dress stuck to my breast. The feeling of his hands sent warmth to my entire being. I bit my upper lips to stop my moan when he moved his fingers to the tip of my boobs. 

We were practically having foreplay right there. He pulled me closer until my body touched his muscular body. I gasped at the sudden movement as I felt my head spin. It was a dance of passion and desire. We moved our body to the beat of the music.

A naughty idea came to my mind. I playfully grind my booty against his front jeans, ensuring he feels a boner before leaving. I left him in the middle of the dance floor without looking back. 

He must be dumbfounded and suffering from a painful boner. But who the hell am I to care? He can get someone else to satisfy his needs. I wasn't in the mood for anything naughty. 

Cynthia laughed when she saw what I did. 

" The guy you left was so hot!" she screamed. 

" Hmmm, I must confess he is. I looked back to check if he was still there, but he was gone. 

" He isn't there anymore, he left already, She said. "It's your lost gurl."

She pulled me to another spot so we could continue with our dancing. We danced and jumped until the effects of the alcohol continued to wear out. 

We returned to our seats and met Khloe, making out with a random guy. I felt so jealous of her; she had a perfect life since we were kids. 

Different guys tried to hit on me, but I ignored all of them. I wasn't ready for any drama in my life. Men come with a lot of headaches. I turned to my friends, and we drown ourselves in alcohol, forgetting all our worries. 

We drank, danced, and laughed the night out. I had a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but I decided to knock myself out tonight. Before we knew it, it was already very late, and it was time to go home.

Cynthia has a car, so I went with her since she was also going my way. 

"Are you sure you can drive?" I asked her after we got into the car. 

" Of course, I'm completely sober." She snorted before starting the car. She struggled before she could insert the key in the ignition. 

" Oh my gosh, you are so drunk." I giggled because we were both drunk. 

" I pray we don't end up in the hospital or jail," I laughed.

She started the car and drove off. Thankfully, nothing happened; it was late in the morning. Only a few vehicles were moving around. We were singing along with the music playing in her car stereo. 

" High- high, low- lows! I'm feelin' very emotional! We're toxic, lord knows( and I can't see)!" We went on screaming the lyrics with our horrible voices. We laughed and sang until we got to my street. 

She dropped me off at the junction closest to my house. 

" Bye, love, take care!" I waved and watched her drive away. 

When I couldn't see the sight of her car again, I took a deep breath and made up my mind on how to start my journey home. I began to walk down the dark road that led to my foster father's house.

  I tried to walk quickly to get home on time, but trust me when I say my legs failed me. I pulled my shoes and decided to walk with my legs because I couldn't beat the pain of walking in heels when drunk.

My knees were weak, and I felt like the ground was moving faster than me. 

F**k. I thought I was already sober in Cynthia's passenger seat. But I guess it's different now that I am on my feet trying to walk home. 

" Why is the house so far from the junction?" I mumbled as I staggered on the road. 

The time was one in the morning, so everyone must be asleep. That's why the road is quiet. The only I could hear were my voice and car engine sounds that were coming from afar. 

I was still humming the song from the car that seemed stuck in my head, but my humming turned into a prolonged scream when someone suddenly grabbed me by my neck from behind! 

Shit! What the hell is going on? 

I almost puked at the pungent stench of alcohol. 

" Help!" I tried to shout, but it only worsened as he covered my mouth. 

I couldn't see him, but I could tell he was a man because of his body physique and the stronghold of his hand in my mouth.

He dragged me to the dark corner of the street. 

My mind is in chaos!

What is he planning to do to me? Is he going to kill me? Rape me? Or even butcher me? 

Oh, my world! I can't let this happen to me. 

I started screaming and kicking, trying to free myself from the shackles of the deadly stranger, but he was so much stronger than me. To think that I am fragile and drunk. He could kill me without thinking twice, and I wouldn't even be able to fight back. 

I started shouting, but I knew it wouldn't be heard because of the stronghold of his hands on my mouth. My breathing also began to seize because he was pressing down my nostrils. Not to add the foul odor from his breath and even his hand. 

I felt I would pass out soon, but I had to do everything possible to stay alive. He kept dragging me around, and I was slowly losing breath. When I finally freed my right hand, I started hitting him and didn't even bother to stop. 

" Stop it!" He growled in anger. That's when I realized who it was. How can I not recognize the voice that haunted me even as a child? 

He is my foster father! I'm very sure of it. 

What is he up to this time? 

Is he planning to kill me? 

I struggled to free myself, but all my efforts were futile. I could feel my tummy turn, and I felt irritated. I think the contents of my tummy wanted to find its way out of my abdomen. 

"Hurrghh!" I vomited, and he immediately removed his hands from my hand. At last! I can breathe fresh air. 

The vomiting took a while, but I stopped when he hit me on my back and pulled my head up. I pushed him, and he fell on the floor. 

" What are you doing, b***h?" He asked, disgusted. 

He wanted to scream at me, but I'm sure he decided to think twice. 

" Have you tried smelling your breath? Who wouldn't vomit at the smell of that stench?! I shouted at him after wiping my mouth with the tip of my clothes.

" Where are you taking me to? " Why do you have to drag me like that? Are you finally tired of me that you want to kill me?!" I asked furiously. 

He suddenly stood up and grabbed my right arm like a spirit whispered to him. I feel my ankle twisted because of the sudden movement. 

"What the hell?" I tried to fight him, but his grip on my hand became tighter, and I could feel his sharp, long nails digging into my skin. 

" Let go of me now," I screamed at the tip of my voice. 

" Somebody help." 

I tried calling for help even when I knew it was useless and nobody would hear me. 

" Somebody help me," I screamed as he continued to drag me. I suddenly flinched as I felt a sharp pain under my right foot.

  I looked down to see what it was and saw a small bottle inside my foot. I could feel myself losing blood as he continued to drag me down the dark street. 

" Help me." My voice was quite harsh from yelling too much. 

" Shut up, you b*** h." He snarled.

" Why would I shut up? I want to go home. Just let me go." I cried. 

" If you don't want me in your house anymore, just let me know rather than treating me this way," I growled. 

" You don't want to shut up," he snapped back. 

Before I could reply, I felt his fist on my face. I

didn't expect it, so there was no way I could avoid it. His hard knuckles hit my face hard. I heard a loud fall before everything went blank…