"Christan it is so great you can join the par'tay." I hear Jacky slurr drunkenly at me as I enter the large open room that was beaming light's everywhere. The music was loud and it was so not my style.

The drive was at least 50 minutes down in old settle. The building were old and untreated. I mean what kind of person would live in the bad side of town... the streets were quite shady at night. It was the warehouse that was abandon, and wared down over the years with the coats of rust. It just gave me the creeps down my spine, as the party around continued.

I insistently knew that Elena wouldn't like it bit that I was here... I need to be a good little submissive that she wants. I mean this was my last day a high school; she'll understand that I had a few beers here and there tonight. However I looked around at the party. Everyone here was popular in the social group; and quite drunk out of their minds. I looked up at Jacky as he hands me a open glass bottle of beer.

"No thanks Jacky," I motioned at the beer.

"Oh come; we just finished High school. Celebrate - live a little." Jacky exclaims out loud causing a few glances to look our way. I still shook my head.

"I will be driving tonight, I need to be sober." I mean this guy thinks he's my friend. However he really won't back off. I slowly scan the party once more to see people gather around us.

"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK" Jacky started to chanted and everyone around joined in. Elena going to punish me so bad, but fuck Elena. I snatched the bottle of beer and two glups.

It was off... I mean it was like a drug in it. What kind of drug? I glanced up Jacky face; he was grinning like a bastard.

I charged at him, grabbing onto his shirt. "What the fuck did you put in my drink?" I demanded.

He gave a nervous laugh; "it's just Xanax with a pitch of Ketamine."

Mother fucker... I need to get out of here. I know that Xanax can turn someone who drinks 10 beers to get drunk into a person who blacks out after 2. Believe me, I know. It's a wonderful combo, though. However Ketamine is almost like Forget Pill. I spirted outside, and into my car. I drive at least 10 blocks north still in the poor district but better neighborhood. I parked my car in the closest vacant space.

I quickly glanced around my car to look for a bottle of water. I always keep one in the car, in that just in case I was in 'I'm thirsty moment'. I grabbed the bottle to only fond it emptied. Shit. I feel dizzy; I quickly open my door and started to puke on the road.

"Eww." A young feminine voice said beside me. I glanced up to see a bright blue angel. Her left eye cover with milky chocolate hair. Her face was younger than mine. She was so beautiful but so young. However her clothes were all tattered, I could see a little blood dripping down her chin.

"Miss... I know this may sound very, very weird. I am a high school student, my so called friends drugged me in the last 10 minutes ago. Could you help me please?" I barely spoke, but she understood. She nodded her head; I smiled before I closed my eyes for only a moment. Or so it seems.

I feel her move around, "I have your phone in my hands. Is a Elliot Grey okay to call."

I moan a little, dazed. The Angel's hand slipped into mine, "Squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no."

I let a soft squeeze on her hand before I am so out of this world.

Beep. Beep.

"Rise and Shine little bro." Elliott's loud voice echoed around. Wait a minute. Elliott. I open my eyes to see myself inside my own room. Elliott leaning against the door, grinning like a idiot.

"What fuck happen and how did I end up here?" I asked; my head pounding angrily.

"Well... where do I start? Oh, how about I got a phone call from your phone. I expected that you would answer on the other side. However, what I got was a 12 year old girl telling me that 'my brother apparently got drugged up by his 'so called friends'. He had passed out in the car and I should bring a friend to drive.' So I grabbed Stefan, we head down to the place you parked. A poor section of choice by the way. When I get onto the street you were parked. I see police there taking two abusive parents out of a house. I step out of the car. I headed down towards yours. On the hood of your car sat a girl shivering. Her face was badly bruised and the clothes are ripped even more. A female officer was chatting to her, and when she sees me walk up to your car she asked for a few minutes alone."

He took a deep breath. Shit. Not only did she call him from my stupid flip phone. She was running to get help from me.

"Christian; she asked me if I was Elliott Grey and I nodded my head. She said and I quote 'Your brother asked me to help him. I hope he doesn't mind that I used his phone. If he is, than tell him I am sorry.' I smiled slightly at her because you asked for help; she called me. I also watched her hand over the keys to your car. She told me that you were safer inside locked than unlocked; as well as nothing was stolen except I gave ten dollars to grab something to eat. She denied the cash and... sadly I watch her head across street; the same female officer come back and take her away to the hospital. I waited until later to ask another police officer what happened. Apparently the step-father tried to rape her earlier before she called. He also was beating her down and her mother neglected her for the last five years."

He looked at me; I was shocked. The girl had to head to the hospital. My hands were shaking with disbelief.

"Do you have a name of the girl?" I asked, throwing the bed sheets aside.

"No, I asked mom to check the hospital, she heard of a child go to the Portland hospital. Apparently her next guardians are family friends with one of the step-dad's before he died."

"Damn it. I wanted to thank her for calling you." I was... idk even know this emotion. Fuck. I need Elena's help. I looked at the time; 3:38 pm. I grabbed my balmain distressed denim biker jeans and a white top.

"Also Chrisy," god a hate the name. "Your 'friends' are in jail, the court is giving them 5 years for processing Ketamine. Basically they are now adults."

"Finally; I wasn't their friend anyways. I need to head to Mrs. Lincoln's house to she is she needs help with anything."

"Sure baby brother... but come back at seven. Mom and Dad are pissed at you." I watched him leave my room. Of course they are mad... but I'll explain what happened last night.

I slowly made my way out of my room. I can't seen to get that blue-eyed angel out of my head. Will I ever see her again? If so... how many years? I take a deep breath before heading to Mistress's house.

A/N: So I thought you should all know that 'Not for Sale' was deleted by the admissions since people decide to report it. So I going to give this a shot and I hope you guys enjoy it. Those who like to TROLL every comment on here will not be taken as a negative impact but a positive impact.