Thanks for the welcome! I am so well... pleased to be writing to who god knows who..? Who reads blogs anyway? Old ladies with cats, young teens trying to make sense of the world, or perved out men trying to find a date. Well here I am : a twenty year old girl dealing with trauma just trying to get by in the world. Let me catch you up a bit so that we can be on the same page. Let me put it bluntly, about 6 fuckin years ago, back when I was entering my sophomore year of high school I went out with some friends to Laguna Beach. Chilling out at the beach taking pictures as usual high schooler girls do, a group of about 5 young dudes walked up to us and ask to hang out later that night. As most of my friends were flattered we said, " Yes" thinking to ourselves:how perfect finally alone at the beach with only fiends we get to hang out with some hot beach boys! Being the youngest timid girl there, I was getting nervous while pampering myself for what was about to take place in about 2 hours. Sunburnt and straight hair I walked out and said "Let's go!" to the girls. Sexy, confident, and yet so hesitant we all walked down to the bus station to hit up the beach with some beers. After a couple of drinks, my best friend and I backed away from the rest of the group and just kept drinking. It was all so new to me! My first time drinking in a public setting with only friends. It felt amazing and so unreal. As we waled backed all sluggish the guys arrived, and looked jolly to see my friend and I walked into the group. I dont know his name nor do I really care because I would learned to hate his name, lets call him, "Slippery Hands". Anyway, Slippery Hands could not keep his off of me. I started to question if he was just making fun of me because of how red I was or if I had junk on my face, but it wasn't that he juts wanted to plow one on me, probably because he knew I was tipsy, so I was his target. Partying at the beach we decided to head back to the hotel room were we could drink more and relax.

I know I said it was going to be a short story... but stay with me! The climax is coming soon!!!

So not even 10 minutes into entering the door, Slippery Hands tries to kiss me. My best friends saw and stepped in and told him to leave me alone. He deliberately did just the opposite. Dick face!

From that point on, my best friends got too drunk and cried out her drunkenness and all my friends went in to support her and sober her up. But great now I am alone with freakin Slippery Hands ready to catch me like his prey. He catches me alone in my room where I set up my clothes. He told me to lay down open my hands up across the bed. Last I know I am naked with this guy that I meant only hours before only because my friends wanted guys to show off too. He laid on me and I closed my eyes...................................................................................................................until minutes later Lana barged in and screamed at him to get off and get out! I was pasted out naked drunk on the hotel bed. Lana rushed me into the shower and I stood there dazed not saying a word about it until six years later when I was stoned out of my mind with boyfriend throwing up!