"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome Danny J!" The MC finally said as the room turned into an uproar. We stood up and clapped as we heard Dan's intro . He finally came on stage looking lovely as ever.
"May I have you dance?" Ely said offering his hand smiling.
I was shy. I wanted to decline the offer but I couldn't. The music was the one I love most and I want to dance.

"Okay, yeah, so guys, I'm sorry, I have to leave cos I've got a flight to catch. Don't wanna miss it." He said when he was finished with his last song. I wished I could take a picture with him but the security around him is just so scary. I watched as he left watching behind Ely as my only chance of interacting with my favourite artist slip through my hands.

"You've drink a lot" I heard Ely's voice very faint and barely audible from the back ground. My head was fuzzy and I was very weak I couldn't stand. My head was heavy and my eyes were heavy too. I couldn't move even a finger. Every where was dark and scary. I was sick and I thought I would die.
"Steph,....... Mom's calling......... Tell her?" I heard Ely's anxious voice very faintly. More tears strolled down my cheek as I heard "mom's calling" I'd betrayed her. I wonder what the time was.

"Steph! Steph! Steph, please!" I heard screaming and crying faintly. I'd recognized Bernice's voice and Ely's. There was chaos as far as I could hear.
"Steph please." I heard Priscilla's voice too.
"They are....... Please Steph..... Coming.....we need to run..... Right now." Was what I could hear as I felt people shaking me and someone trying to carry me. And everywhere became silent.
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I woke up in a nasty reeking room. It was slippery and weird. It was dark and gothic....very grotesque.
I was tied in a chair not so firmly, the person who did it must be so lazy. I tried sitting up and then I felt a pang of pain in my abdomen.
My red dress was ripped and their was blood on my underwear which was on the floor. It was crumpled and dirty.

Then the realization hit me....
I was raped........
I......
"Nooooooooo!!!" I shrieked and it echoed back to me.
Tears streamed down my face.
Whoever crushed the party last night did it.
It couldn't be Ely cos they tried to save me last night.
I'd betrayed my mom. I've disappointed my dad. I've betrayed my big sister and mostly Nadine.
More tears strolled down my cheeks. I was still weak and I have a throbbing headache. I looked around for my hand bag but I couldn't find it. There was no much money in it but my phone was. I looked around for an exit. There was a small window in front of me. Their was no door.

"Stephie, Stephie, are, you okay?" My mom and Elsie sprinted towards me through the small window. All of them were dead worried and scared.
I could see the eyes popped out when they saw my condition.
My mom and Elsie helped me up. I could see the disappointment and the 'you-have-some-talking-to-do' way. I knew I'd messed up really bad.
They sat me in the car and rushed me to the hospital where my dad was pacing back and forth. Elsie's car screeched to a halt right in front of the emergency ward.
My mind was still fuzzy and numb.
I slept on the hospital bed trying to figure out my life.
How the hell did my life turn into this?
I know I'm not whole again. I'm broken emotionally, spiritually, physically and psychologically. And somehow, I'm wishing and praying that this turns out to be a nightmare and I can be careful when I wake up.
I wished life could go a few hours back, so I could correct everything and spare my family the chagrin and shame.
My eyes fluttered open. There were drips on me and a tube under my nose.
Elsie sat beside me, worry and agony written boldly on her face. My dress was changed to a white frock.
"Hey," my sister greeted. She wasn't happy but she forced a smile for me.
"Hey" I answered. I was shy. I'd disappointed and disobeyed her.
"How are you feeling?" she asked touching my forehead.
"Dangerous...... Weird........stupid-"
"Well, I guess I mean your body"
She interrupted.
"Maybe fine" I lied. I'm not ready to stress anyone over my health after how stupid I was. I'd already put them through a whole lot.

"Els, I'm so sorry. I know it won't change anything but please try to forgive me." I shouldn't be saying this. I don't deserve any forgiveness, whatsoever.
"Yeah, I'm disappointed really, I mean every one is. We thought you were at Nadine's until mom called to see if you'll need anything since Nadine's parents are not around. The call went to voicemail several times. We thought you guys were asleep until you've pocket dialed or whatever. There was noise everywhere. We were alarmed. We called Nadine and she said you've stop being buddies since last week. We did everything to find you. Then we heard screaming from a room around where we were searching for you after a lot of investigations. And there you are........." she trailed off shaking her head.
"I was helping mom design your dress for the graduation party when I heard you're not where you said you were going. You went to that party after all. Mom and dad were furious and agonized. Mom's still traumatized after seeing you in that condition. They are going for a pregnancy test."
That's quite a list.
First, today is the graduation party and I will have to miss it because of my stupidity.
Second, my mom is still traumatized.
Third, my dad is furious and agonized.
Fourth, my big sister, my mentor, my best friend and my all in all, Elsie is disappointed in me.
And the worst of all is there's a pregnancy test going on. And when it turns out to be true, I agree they buy me a coffin.

"Stephanie, how could you do this to me?" My mom whispered sadly holding my hand. I want her to scream and shout at me. But what she's doing now is driving me crazy. It's making me feel more guilty.
"You have everything you need to be happy in that house. But see what you've done to me. I love and cherish you. And mostly I trusted you but this is what you've done. You're lucky the pregnancy test is negative and thankfully, the doctor said there's no chance of pregnancy but a lot have damaged including your womb and pelvis making the rate of you giving birth in future low and unstable." She said. I was relieved when she said I wasn't pregnant and I don't have any chance of getting pregnant. But I'm no more a virgin.
"You would have to go under a surgery to try fixing your womb." My mom said as tears streamed down her cheeks.