Girl Seduced (The Girl Interrupted Trilogy Book #1) by Danika Steel Page B
Authors: Danika Steel
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I was being given a medication to sleep at night. Some of the nightmares were nonsensical, but full of horrid, vivid faces that would wake me screaming.
Sabrina came to see me every day. Her concern was overwhelming, especially since it was her that had initiated the party to begin with. She felt completely responsible for what had happened. We didn’t talk about it. She didn’t ask a lot of questions and I didn’t offer a lot of information. I did tell her only the basics – that a drug had been put in my coffee, that I had been attacked, but I didn’t tell anyone that it had been seven different people as far as they could tell, including my rectum, my mouth, and that I might not ever be able to have children. I was sure she had heard by now, but who knows what the story had turned into at this point.
Jonathan came, of course, as soon as he heard. But, all he had heard was that I had been attacked after the party. At least he was gentleman enough not to say anything more than that. I told him nothing. How could I tell him this? How could I tell him that I had actually had methamphetamine in my system and enjoyed it? Or that I was part of an eight-person gang sex event that I think I actually enjoyed being part of until I passed out?
Is it possible that I enjoyed it? How? The part that made me feel the most sick was that I had never felt so free, so uninhibited or exhilarated as I did right after I drank that latte. That part I couldn’t even tell Sabrina. How could I tell her that I enjoyed taking a drug? It had to be the drug. But it was all I could think about it. Did that mean I was addicted? Of course not. How could I be after only using it one time? And it isn’t like I USED it – it was given to me in a small dose.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Using it, just for a few minutes gave me the most elated feeling I had ever felt, surrounded by people I didn’t even know. I was just overjoyed to be alive, wherever I was. I mean, what would it hurt to use it just one more time? I had already missed so much school and I knew how hard it was going to be to catch up. If I could use that drug just for a couple of times, I could get caught up and do and extraordinary job, I was sure of it. Right now, I just had to get better so I could go home and figure out how to find it.
Chapter Ten
On the third day I was in the hospital, my parents came to see me. It hadn’t even occurred to me to think about what I was going to say to them. I knew that they would come and, my father, being a lawyer, could figure out a legal loophole around anything, and already knew everything that the police knew and had already hired a private detective to find out exactly who the perpetrators were. He wouldn’t accept that I was a willing participant and claimed that he could use my past history, academic and behavioral records and even a psychological evaluation if necessary to prove it. I could hear him before he ever entered the room. But, I was glad to have them there with me, especially my mother. She always knew exactly what and how to speak to me so that I didn’t feel like I had done something wrong.
“You were the victim dear. This is no different than if someone had robbed you at the local supermarket. You didn’t give away your beautiful body and soul – in reality you are still a virgin and your wedding night should be a separate event entirely than what has happened to you. I wish I could take your pain away from you, like when you were little.” She always brought me chamomile tea when I was little and of course, she had it now, but the tea gave me the shudders, reminding me of the latte.
“No thanks, mom. My stomach is still a little weak from all of the medicine. I hope you
Sabrina came to see me every day. Her concern was overwhelming, especially since it was her that had initiated the party to begin with. She felt completely responsible for what had happened. We didn’t talk about it. She didn’t ask a lot of questions and I didn’t offer a lot of information. I did tell her only the basics – that a drug had been put in my coffee, that I had been attacked, but I didn’t tell anyone that it had been seven different people as far as they could tell, including my rectum, my mouth, and that I might not ever be able to have children. I was sure she had heard by now, but who knows what the story had turned into at this point.
Jonathan came, of course, as soon as he heard. But, all he had heard was that I had been attacked after the party. At least he was gentleman enough not to say anything more than that. I told him nothing. How could I tell him this? How could I tell him that I had actually had methamphetamine in my system and enjoyed it? Or that I was part of an eight-person gang sex event that I think I actually enjoyed being part of until I passed out?
Is it possible that I enjoyed it? How? The part that made me feel the most sick was that I had never felt so free, so uninhibited or exhilarated as I did right after I drank that latte. That part I couldn’t even tell Sabrina. How could I tell her that I enjoyed taking a drug? It had to be the drug. But it was all I could think about it. Did that mean I was addicted? Of course not. How could I be after only using it one time? And it isn’t like I USED it – it was given to me in a small dose.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Using it, just for a few minutes gave me the most elated feeling I had ever felt, surrounded by people I didn’t even know. I was just overjoyed to be alive, wherever I was. I mean, what would it hurt to use it just one more time? I had already missed so much school and I knew how hard it was going to be to catch up. If I could use that drug just for a couple of times, I could get caught up and do and extraordinary job, I was sure of it. Right now, I just had to get better so I could go home and figure out how to find it.
Chapter Ten
On the third day I was in the hospital, my parents came to see me. It hadn’t even occurred to me to think about what I was going to say to them. I knew that they would come and, my father, being a lawyer, could figure out a legal loophole around anything, and already knew everything that the police knew and had already hired a private detective to find out exactly who the perpetrators were. He wouldn’t accept that I was a willing participant and claimed that he could use my past history, academic and behavioral records and even a psychological evaluation if necessary to prove it. I could hear him before he ever entered the room. But, I was glad to have them there with me, especially my mother. She always knew exactly what and how to speak to me so that I didn’t feel like I had done something wrong.
“You were the victim dear. This is no different than if someone had robbed you at the local supermarket. You didn’t give away your beautiful body and soul – in reality you are still a virgin and your wedding night should be a separate event entirely than what has happened to you. I wish I could take your pain away from you, like when you were little.” She always brought me chamomile tea when I was little and of course, she had it now, but the tea gave me the shudders, reminding me of the latte.
“No thanks, mom. My stomach is still a little weak from all of the medicine. I hope you
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