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Amira's POV

"Hey Tiff, you ready for tonight?" I question, stepping past the threshold of her house. "Of course" she giggles, as we head to the kitchen for an afternoon snack. "So when are your parents supposed to get back?", I ask. "Not til tomorrow evening", she replies. "That leaves us plenty of time to clean up after the party before they get home and find out. Then they plan to celebrate with me on Monday, since that's my actual birthday. It's just easier to hold a real party when they aren't home, you know.""Oh, absolutely", I agreed,"We should hurry and set up so we have plenty of time to get ready."

After we finished cleaning and moving furniture aside for the dance floor, we head upstairs to her room to get ready for the party. We played loud music and excitedly gossiped while we did our hair and makeup. Tiffany chose a natural look for her makeup and she styled her long brown hair in loose curls that cascaded down her back. I chose smoky blue eye makeup and applied lipgloss. I straightened my medium-length blonde hair as well. Tiffany and I hurried to her closet and pulled out the dresses we bought last week. Both of our dresses were very short and only stopped at about mid-thigh. However, Tiff's was a skin-tight black cocktail dress, while mine was a slightly looser, light blue, cowl neck dress. I quickly slid it up my bare thighs, the cool silk giving me slight goosebumps.

"Oh Amira, you look stunning!" Tiff squealed. "Omg Tiff, Drew is gonna lose his mind when he sees you in that dress!" I squealed back. Drew was Tiffany's boyfriend of two years and was already 18. He was the one bringing the alcohol to the party tonight.

Just then the doorbell rung. "That must be him!" Exclaimed Tiffany. She ran down the stairs to find Drew waiting at the door. "I got several of the guys to help bring everything inside for y'all", he said.

Several hours later

The party was in full swing. Almost the entire senior class had shown up and Tiff's sprawling two story house was packed. I stumbled drunkenly as I danced with a random guy in the crowd, grinding on him hard. I spotted Tiffany across the room and waved at her, motioning for her to come closer. Tiff was almost completely sober and easily picked her way through the tipsy, swaying crowd. "Happy eighteeeenthhh", I tell her. "Woah girl", she exclaims, "you need to slow down with the booze!" "I don't know what you mean" I drunkenly giggle,"I feel great!""let's get you some water and some fresh air", she suggests.

She grabs a bottle of water from the kitchen as she pulls me away from the dance floor. Tiff guides me to sit a porch swing in front of her house, away from the party inside and out back. She helps me sip the water she brought until Drew yells for her to come back. "Stay right here and don't move. I will come right back.",she instructs me. "Okay!" I happily chirp. Tiff leaves and a few moments later a guy comes from inside the house and joins me on the swing. "Well what's a pretty girl like you doing out here by yourself?" He asks. "I don't know. Waiting for my friend I think?" I reply. "Well why don't we take a walk while we wait?" He suggests. "But Tiffany told me to wait here" I respond. "Well I don't think she'd mind", states the handsome stranger as he reaches to help me off the swing. "No, I don't want to go with you, I want to wait for Tiffany." I pout. "That's fine", the stranger replies nonchalantly with a shrug,"We can wait for her."

After a slight pause the man suddenly looks over at me and says,"You have something on your mouth, may I help you get it off?" He doesn't wait for a reply before pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently reaching for the corner of my mouth. Just before the handkerchief reaches my face he grabs the back of my head tightly, and forces the handkerchief over my nose and mouth. There is a sickly sweet smell coming from it and realize it has been soaked with something. As I struggle to get away from the man, he scolds,"No, No Amira, none of that. Just breathe in for me pretty girl." My nails leave large angry scratches on his arm as I frantically claw at him to get away while holding my breath. With my lungs screaming for air I finally give in and take a breath. "Good girl, Amira" he purrs, as I slump against him, unable to hold myself up anymore.

Right as I begin to lose consciousness he pulls the cloth away from my face and puts his arm around me. To any un-observing stranger it would appear that I had simply fallen asleep against the man. My last thought as the darkness took me was,"What the hell is going to happen to me now?"