Oh here's a random vent thread.
My night, as in last night.
One of my best friends goes to a kegger even though I beg her not to, and totally gets hammered. She wont text back or pick up her cell.
During this, I am basically worried out of my mind, going insane because I know its just a bunch of younger girls (she was maybe the only 16 year old there, rest were 13-15) and guys that are 17+. Yeah, you do that math.
Around midnight, when the ball dropped in New York, my parents pop open a cheap bottle of some unidentifiable crap. They hand me a shot and I think, "what the hell, it might ease my nerves" and toss it back in one gulp. First drink in my life.
Around 2AM, I get a text, a little buzzed because I think the stuff was probably 99% alcohol, and shes wandering around town, tipsy. A small, but big town, cops out, and I'm dead tired and buzzed, I cant go look for her without getting picked up. I worry more, and being buzzed already, swig half the bottle (maybe the equivalent of a can of soda for reference)
All I know is I was awake all night, net history tells me so. I get a text at 630AM from her, crying. Saying I was right about that party. By now I'm clear headed and surprisingly not hung over. She was raped. By an older drunk guy. Oral and she thinks maybe vaginal. Didn't wear a condom.
Now, shes been basically fine, either shock hasn't set in or she doesn't care too much (on the pill, her mom made her go on it for no reason), but I think its because the beer obscured the memory.
Somehow... somehow I think I won't ever drink again. I don't think she will either, because the final twist she told me was that her rapist was supposed to be a friend.
EDIT:: DETAILS::
-She was out of town (next one over, unfamiliar, 3 miles away basically from my house, 6 to hers), I was in town.
-Parents dont care too much about what she does.
-Parents dont care about HER for that matter.
-I wouldnt know where the party was, she got pissed when I tried to talk her out of going.
-No clue how she got back home, on either end, she was a town over.
-My details might not make sense because I was pretty fucked up too.
DOUBLE EDIT::
For those saying its regret rather than rape, she wandered around town and walked home 6 miles by herself. Wouldn't she be with PEOPLE if it was consentual? I have a feeling she was taken advantage of and then tossed out in the cold. Right?
My night, as in last night.
One of my best friends goes to a kegger even though I beg her not to, and totally gets hammered. She wont text back or pick up her cell.
During this, I am basically worried out of my mind, going insane because I know its just a bunch of younger girls (she was maybe the only 16 year old there, rest were 13-15) and guys that are 17+. Yeah, you do that math.
Around midnight, when the ball dropped in New York, my parents pop open a cheap bottle of some unidentifiable crap. They hand me a shot and I think, "what the hell, it might ease my nerves" and toss it back in one gulp. First drink in my life.
Around 2AM, I get a text, a little buzzed because I think the stuff was probably 99% alcohol, and shes wandering around town, tipsy. A small, but big town, cops out, and I'm dead tired and buzzed, I cant go look for her without getting picked up. I worry more, and being buzzed already, swig half the bottle (maybe the equivalent of a can of soda for reference)
All I know is I was awake all night, net history tells me so. I get a text at 630AM from her, crying. Saying I was right about that party. By now I'm clear headed and surprisingly not hung over. She was raped. By an older drunk guy. Oral and she thinks maybe vaginal. Didn't wear a condom.
Now, shes been basically fine, either shock hasn't set in or she doesn't care too much (on the pill, her mom made her go on it for no reason), but I think its because the beer obscured the memory.
Somehow... somehow I think I won't ever drink again. I don't think she will either, because the final twist she told me was that her rapist was supposed to be a friend.
EDIT:: DETAILS::
-She was out of town (next one over, unfamiliar, 3 miles away basically from my house, 6 to hers), I was in town.
-Parents dont care too much about what she does.
-Parents dont care about HER for that matter.
-I wouldnt know where the party was, she got pissed when I tried to talk her out of going.
-No clue how she got back home, on either end, she was a town over.
-My details might not make sense because I was pretty fucked up too.
DOUBLE EDIT::
For those saying its regret rather than rape, she wandered around town and walked home 6 miles by herself. Wouldn't she be with PEOPLE if it was consentual? I have a feeling she was taken advantage of and then tossed out in the cold. Right?