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I WOKE UP to find Jason helping me into the backseat of someone’s car.
“What’s going on?” I mumbled, trying to focus.
“I’m giving you a ride home,” he said, smiling at me. “You can lie down if you want.”
I tried looking outside, but it made me dizzier. “I don’t remember leaving the club.”
“I walked you outside to get some fresh air. You were barely coherent.” He said something else, but I nodded off.
When the door slammed shut, I opened my eyes again and watched him walk around to the driver’s side door. He got in and started the car.
“Where’s Krystal?” I asked, feeling sick to my stomach. I rolled down the window to let some fresh air in.
“She’s fine. She wanted me to take you home. You do want to go home, right? I mean, I can take you back inside if you’d prefer.”
Bile rose to the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. I felt horrible and still so dizzy. I closed my eyes and curled up on the seat. “No. I just want to go home,” I said, laying my head down. “Thanks, Jason. You’re... so... sweet to do this...”
“You’re welcome.”
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THE NEXT TIME I woke up, I was sitting up and Jason was in the backseat with me. One of his hands was under my sweater, the other one was trying to get inside of my jeans.
“Hey,” I slurred, pushing him away. “What are you doing?”
“Shh...” he said, trying to kiss me. “Relax. I’m going to make you feel really good.”
I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. “Don’t.”
Ignoring me, he grabbed my hand and put it on his bulging zipper. “Come on, baby, I’m so hard for you,” he said. “Feel that?”
I removed my hand and shoved him firmly in the chest. “What the fuck are you doing? You asshole!”
He stiffened up. “What in the hell is your problem?”
“Me? You’re acting like some kind of... rapist!” I yelled.
His face turned white and this time he backed far away from me. “No, I’m not. You were the one who was all over me! Now you’re freaking out? What are you, some kind of a psycho?”
“No,” I said, trying to think back. Everything was hazy. The last thing I remembered was him promising to bring me home. “You’re lying.”
Jason glared at me. “I’m lying? You’re completely nuts! I was going to drive you home and you had your hands all over me. Said you wanted me to come back there and fuck the shit out of you. So I pulled over. Now, you’re accusing me of rape? What is wrong with you?”
I touched my forehead. My head was pounding and I was confused. Fuck the shit out of me? That certainly didn’t sound like something I’d say. But to be honest, I really couldn’t remember anything. “No,” I said, frightened. “You have to be making this up.”
He laughed coldly. “I see how it is. You’re just a cock-tease. Coming on to me and then crying ‘rape’. Fuck this.”
Thoroughly baffled, I tried to think back, but I couldn’t even remember leaving the club. But, I had. Had I also come on to him?
“Please, just take me home?” I asked, trying not to cry.
“Why should I take you home? I’m a rapist, remember?” he said sharply.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing what to think anymore. “I just want to go home.”
He sighed. “After the way you’ve treated me? You think I should just drive you home now?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Honestly, I feel like I’m the one who’s been raped.”
I felt so nauseous and wondered what the hell was wrong with me. “I said I was sorry,” I said, trying not to throw up. “Please, just drive me back to the club, if it’s closer. I’ll find Krystal or Tiffany. They’ll take me home and you’ll never have to see me again.”
Jason’s face relaxed. “I can do that, if you prefer. But,” he leaned toward me and brushed a strand of hair away from my cheek, “I think you should try being a little nicer to me.”
“Yeah. Sure,” I said, desperately trying not to be sick. “Whatever you want. If you’ll just drive me back.”
“Whatever I want?”
I didn’t say anything, I was too busy fighting the urge to puke.
He cupped my chin and dragged his thumb across my lower lip. “I think you know what I want,” he whispered.
I could hear him unzipping his jeans and my stomach rolled. Instead of getting the blow job he obviously wanted, I leaned over and threw up all over his lap.
“YOU ASSHOLE!” I cried as Jason threw my purse out the window and it landed in the gravel. I picked it up and glared at him.
“Have fun walking,” he shouted before speeding way.
Trembling, I looked around the empty parking lot, trying to figure out where I was. From what I could tell, I was at some kind of rest-stop. Unfortunately, it was dark and there wasn’t anyone around.
I opened up my purse, grabbed a couple of tissues, and wiped my mouth. The jerk had gotten so pissed off at me for puking on him that he’d pushed me out of the car, totally abandoning me. Fortunately, most of the vomit had landed on him and all I was left with was the horrible taste in my mouth.
When I was done wiping my face, I walked over to a garbage can and threw the tissues away. Then I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Krystal. When she didn’t answer, I left her a voicemail and then a text. Next, I called Tiffany, but she didn’t answer either.
“Dammit,” I mumbled, noticing that the battery on my phone was nearly dead, and it was almost two in the morning. As I considered who to call next, at such a crappy hour, I saw Raptor’s number.
Fuck it, I thought. He was the one who told me to call if I had problems. This would definitely qualify. Sighing, I pressed the call button.