The Howling Moon

Chapter Two

Ashley

After flashing our fake ID's to the bouncer, he opened the door for us revealing the inside of the club.

There were lights flashing everywhere, people dancing with their hands up, some were just pushed up against the wall making out with each other.

Natasha got a hold of my hand and dragged me to the bar were she ordered two tequila shots.

"I'm only taking this shot, no more after okay?" She nodded and gave me mine and I chugged it back with ease as it left a burning trail down my throat.

"Can I get a diet coke?" I asked the bartender and he gave me a cup with a slice of lemon on the top. I pulle my pump out and have myself some insulin for the shot i took. I watched as Natasha inhaled all of the shots in sight.

"Come on. I wanna dance." I put my drink down and followed her to the dance floor.

We danced for about half an hour when a bunch of guys from school, and random guys started piling around Natasha. She looked so lost in her own world I was afraid to disturb her so I backed away and went into the women's bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror and walked back out onto the dance floor.

I spent five minutes looking for Natasha but she was nowhere in sight. I pulled out my phone and called her three times, going straight to voice mail each time. I called again and left her a message.

"God Nat, if you're hooking up with some guy right now, I'm totally kicking your ass. I'm going home I'm not feelin in the mood anym-" My phone died and I cursed myself for not charging it. I tossed it in my bag feeling defeated and walked outside. I felt a low blood sugar coming on, but didnt check my blood sugar because i felt shaky and I knew the feeling anywhere, so checking it would just waste more time when I could be getting some carbs in my system. I took out a snack from my bag and munched on it grasping it tightly to  avoid dropping it.

It was around ten o'clock and I was surprised Natasha left this early. She must really like this guy. I walked passed the parking lot and noticed her car was gone, what the fuck? She left me.

I kept walking with shaky legs in the direction of my house until the music died down. I hugged myself, walking the dimly lit street. I felt like someone was watching me which made the hair on my neck stand up and I felt goose bumps all over my skin. Besides the Clicking of my heels I heard heavy foot steps behind me and I froze turning around.

"Hey there darling... wh-what do you say we have a good time." He was definitely drunk and his speech was slurring. The man looked to be in his late thirties and was unshaven and smelled like a homeless person.

"No, Thanks." I backed away quickly but he gripped my hand firmly. My body felt weak, I know this means my blood sugar dropped.

"C'mon! You look like a good time." I pulled my hand from him and pushed him back. Who the hell does he think he is? He looked angry and he yanked my hair to the side.

"You shouldn't have done that." He punched me in the gut never releasing my hair even when I doubled over trying to get the air back into my lungs. With his other hand he brought my face up to his and he slapped me hard as fresh tears fell from my eyes.

"Oh sweet heart don't cry." He wiped a tear with his thumb and I whimpered a little. "I'm going to make you feel so good you'll be begging for more." He slid his hand on my thigh and began moving his hand under my dress.

I began to thrash around and tried to get free but his grip was really tight.

"Please don't." I whimpered. He brought his mouth closer and his lips sealed mine. I pushed on his chest and punched him, he didn't budge. I did the only thing I could think of and I bit hard on his lip and he pulled away.