My best friend and I…

My best friend and I were 16 and driving around in her new car. She said she’d been talking to her ex-boyfriend, and he wanted to see her. I grimaced, because this guy was older – 24! – and bad news. I told her it wasn’t a good idea. She said she needed closure and asked if I would go with her in support. Of course, I wanted to be supportive of my friend, so I agreed. We got to his house around 6pm and sat on the couch in the living room. He sat directly in front of my friend and handed her a bottle of rum. She took the bottle and drank. I looked at his face, and he was grinning at her. He looked… smarmy. He gave me the creeps. He encouraged her to keep drinking and she took another swig. She offered me a drink, as well. I was hesitant, but didn’t want to seem uncool, so I took a drink. He smiled a little bigger. My friend started to act weird and said she didn’t feel well. She ran to the bathroom, and I followed. She threw up a few times while I held her hair. I started to feel dizzy, too. I pulled her off the floor and went into an adjacent bedroom. I laid her on the bed, and she was out immediately. I laid next to her and promptly passed out, too.
I woke up at one point and looked out the window. It was nighttime and I could see the moon. I felt someone unbuttoning my shirt then touching me under it, rubbing their hands all over my stomach and breasts. I couldn’t turn my head to see who it was. I realized I couldn’t move at all, I was paralyzed. I passed out again. My friend and I awoke the next morning. We were both super groggy and felt totally out of it. She looked at the clock next to the bed and freaked because it was 6 in the morning. How the hell did 12 hours pass? Her parents were going to be pissed! She shot up and grabbed her purse. I followed her out the front door and noticed there was no one around at all. She said she had to get home and couldn’t give me a ride. She left me there and I walked a couple miles home, feeling groggy and confused the whole time. What happened to me? I suppose I’ll never know.

-Anonymous (she/her)