Maria Eduarda
And here we are, at Devassa nightclub. It is full and very crowded. I like what I see. I met the girls right there at the door of the club, we walked right in and went to the bar.
As soon as we arrived at the bar, we ordered our drink. We toasted to our health and to my birthday.
- How are you feeling now, at 18 years old, Duda? - asks Lorena.
- Wonderfully well! - I shout, and we laugh.
- Oh, girl, I noticed that Pedro is hitting on you," Adriana comments.
I look at her and roll my eyes knowing what she was talking about. He was a complete asshole, and it was a pity that the course I was wanting to take he would also take. Well, that's what I kept hearing from him.
- I don't like him! He thinks he is the hottest guy, he hits on everyone, and he still thinks that I want something from him.
- He asked me about your birthday.
- And what did you say?
- Well, he wanted to come here.
- For God's sake, I don't want this kid here! - I protest.
- Girlfriend, calm down, I told him so myself! - I calm down and start drinking again, dancing a lot.
A few hours later...
I was a little tired, I asked the girls to excuse me and told them I was going to ask for some water to help me control my drinking. When I get there, I hear an irritating voice.
- Well, well, if Mrs. Maria Eduarda isn't drunk! - when I look, I see none other than Pedro. I feel that my night had already ended.
- What are you doing here, Pedro?
- Why, the same as you! - I stand with my back to him, grab the glass of water and drink it, to see if it would help me get better so that I could ask for a car and we could leave. - What are you drinking?
- Now water - he hands me the glass and says:
- Do you want to drink? - he shows me his glass. He sits down next to me, I finish my water and order a cold Coca-Cola. I am distracted by a guy who arrives at my side and offers me a drink.
- No, thank you! - I answer, and finish my soda.
- Can the kitten give me your number?
- I don't give my number to any stranger," I answer, and look at Pedro, and unbelievably he leaves me alone there with the idiot.
I get out of there, feeling very sleepy, and decide to look for a bathroom and call a cab, or even an Uber.
- Damn, I drank too much! - I grumble, getting more and more sleepy, if that was possible, and dizzy. I can't find the damn bathroom, and when I finally think it is and push the door, out of nowhere I am pushed out. It wasn't a bathroom, but an emergency exit. - Holy shit, what am I doing here? Who pushed me? - I ask myself, and when I go inside I hear a muffled voice:
- Where do you think you're going, you little bitch? - At that moment I feel that something horrible could happen to me.
- Who are you? - I whisper, and start to take steps backwards. When I feel that I have bumped into the person, I freeze with fear.
- I am the one who is going to take such good care of you!
When I try to run, he pulls me, and I start to cry out in pain and scream:
- Helpooooo...
I am slapped in the face and taste blood in my mouth, and know that I am hurt. At that moment I wish I had never come to this damned nightclub.
- Now be a good girl and let me take care of you.
I try to see his face, and I can't. I try to find his voice, and I can't. I try to find your voice, and I can't find it either. I'm scared to death.
- Leave me alone, you idiot! - I shout, praying that someone would come, and nothing.
- So you mean you're brave, huh? - he says, in a threatening tone, and I feel his hands on my neck, squeezing with such gusto that I feel like I'm running out of air.
- Please don't hurt me..." I beg, crying, and the squeeze intensifies and I begin to cough, realizing that I would soon be losing consciousness.
- Oh, I won't hurt you, no! - he says, with conviction, and I am not so sure. Just as I am about to pass out, the man throws me to the ground, and I wish with all my heart that he was sorry and ask again:
- Please let me go?
I hear the sound of belting, and I know there's no turning back.
- No, today you will be my little whore! - Soon his hands are on my body. I feel dirty.
- Let go of me, please! - I ask again.
- No! I have something very special for you! - he says, and shoves something into my mouth. I realize it's his penis and feel like I'm going to vomit, choking. He laughs. - You're enjoying this, aren't you? - he asks in a muffled voice. When he finally takes his cock out of my mouth, I vomit, and he slaps my face again.
- Please let me go.
- Oh, I will, yes, after I get my prize," he runs his hands down my legs, since I was wearing a dress, and rips off my panties. This is not the way I wanted to lose my virginity.
- Noooooooooooooooooooooo... - I scream, as I feel his hand on my sex.
- Yesmmmmmmmmmm... - he says, triumphantly, and shoves his cock in with everything, making me scream and cry out in pain. I knew I had been raped. - Well, well, wasn't this little pussy here a virgin? I'm going to love flaying it with my cock, and you're going to love every moment of it.
- Let go of me... - I whisper in pain.
- No, I am going to fuck you so hard, and you can be sure that you will never forget me," I manage to bring my arm around his face and scratch it. He says nervously, "You whore, you're going to pay," and hits me again. I end up passing out, and when I wake up I start to cry.
- God, please let it be a bad dream," I beg, crying and feeling pain all over my body. I manage to find my purse after groping around on the floor.
My mouth is bitter and I feel like throwing up. So I throw out everything that was in my stomach. When I feel better, I manage to call an Uber.
- Miss, what's wrong with you? - the driver asks.
- Take me to my place," I just answer, and when we arrive I pay him.
- Do you want help? - he looks worried.
- No, thank you," I slowly get out of the car and don't look back. I don't know how I managed to get to the door of the house, and when I enter I want to stand there against the door, sitting there.
But that I couldn't do, and so I slowly walk to my room and pick up the diary. I feel dirty, filthy, I don't want to live, and I decide to kill myself, leaving only a note in the diary to explain exactly what happened to me.
"Dear diary, today was my 18th birthday!"
"I don't deserve to live."
"I was raped and drugged and decided I must die today!"
And that's how my nightmare began, and my only peace would be death. So I decided that it was better for everyone. I didn't want to suffer anymore.