My Rape!

My Rape!

I was seventeen years old, a senior in high school. I liked to party, get drunk and get high. The typical teenage stuff. This day was going to end up to be different than the normal high school party day. It was senior skip day and we all had planned a huge keg party with the usual people coming. There was always older people there to buy the booze, so nobody thought anything of it when older guys we all know would show up.

We started out at our favorite hang out with a keg of beer, weed to smoke, and booze to drink. Someone found out about it and turned us in. The cops came out, busted up the party, confiscated the keg and sent us on our way. We just all chipped in and bought another keg and brought it to hang out number two. This was a place where the cops would never come because they couldn’t drive their cars there. They never wanted to walk in, so we got left alone there.

We were all partying and having fun, talking, laughing, swimming, whatever we wanted. Our usual drug man showed up and I walked over and talked to him. He is my boy friends brother, so I thought I knew him fairly well. He and I were talking when I asked him If I could get a front some weed. He said for you, of course. He handed me the weed and I told him that I would pay him back in a day or two.