Déjà vu hit Sara as she walked along the street to meet her friend as she had done the first time she saw Michael at a party. Just like her father had suggested, they were going to a party. The night air was freezing and Sara rubbed her arms trying to warm them under her jacket. She was dressed casually. The idea of a party this time was to have fun, not impress any guys.

She wore black jeans with a large buckled square studded belt holding them to her hips. Her belly poked free of her two layers shirt and its fine hair stood to attention in the chilly air. The first layer was grey cotton, hugging at her skin while the second was a red capped sleeve shirt with badges sewn onto the sleeves. It was fashionable yet comfortable.

Sara's friend had told her to meet her at the party. It was on the Loyola campus but not near Michael's dorm and Sara doubted he would show. An obnoxious guy who was already drunk by the time Sara arrived, spying his staggering figure on the front lawn, hosted it. He was holding a half empty bottle of what looked like beer to the air whilst belting out his best rendition of It's Raining Men. Sara smiled to herself as she pushed her way into the house.

There was a live band, probably just a group of college friends that played instruments and called themselves a band. They were not good and at least one guitar was out of tune. Waves of drunken students told them they were the best things in rock and roll and so they were fuelled on. The lead singer had long black hair that flicked into the crowd each time he banged his head up and down. One guitarist was short and thin, his black hair combed flat to his head and his face scrunched up as he played. Another was almost normal; his blue jeans and chequered shirt neatly ironed and clean behind his translucent Perspex bass and the drummer was abnormally tall and shirtless.

Sara walked around the pit of people as they ran against each other and bumped into things. A table wobbled and drink was spilled as they tried to combine moshing with drinking. Sara caught sight of her friend sitting on a couch in a quiet room with some other people. Sara recognised a few of them as friends from school, and some as people she had seen around the campus when using the library. She approached them and tucked her hair behind her ear nervously.

"Hey," she waved to her friend who sat tucked under her boyfriend's arm.

"Hey!" she screeched with a grin. "Come, sit," she pointed to a space in the circle of people next to a guy. He patted the floor beside her and flashed her a smile. Sara smiled back as she took a seat next to him. He was about her height and slightly rounder then most guys. He had dark hair that flopped in messy curls over his head and chocolate brown eyes.

"I'm Adam," he extended her a hand confidently. Sara took it and gave it a hard shake.

"Sara," she told him in a raised voice. Even though the music was in the next room, it echoed through the house and she had to shout a little to be heard. He was dressed in jeans and a light shirt that was not tucked in and hung loosely over his lap. He was also wearing a black pinstriped blazer that had become the fashion recently.

Sara and Adam seemed to hit it off from the start. He was in his last year of high school and had been scoping Loyola as a potential college when he found a flyer for the party. "And I figured, why not go to a party and decide from there," he said, leaning in so he didn't have to shout. His breath was hot and smelt like stale ash from where he smoked.

Sara smiled politely and laughed. "So you'd choose a college based on the nightlife?" she teased.

"Hell yeah! You wouldn't?" Adam gave her a questioning glance and a cheeky grin. Sara laughed harder, rocking backwards before composing herself and clearing her dry throat with a smirk. "Hey can I get you a drink?" he offered, studying her face.

"That would be great," Sara said placing a friendly hand to his knee. His eyes darted between hers and her hand before he smiled and pushed himself to his feet, striding off towards the kitchen area and the beer. Sara's friend caught her gaze and gave her a thumb up across the circle, which had grown somewhat larger, pushing her and Adam into a tight corner on the opposite side of the room.

Sara was enjoying herself and more importantly wasn't afraid to see Michael should he appear. They were friends and had nothing to be ashamed of anymore. They had said their pieces and although Sara was still aching inside to be with him, she was enjoying Adam's company. He seemed like a really nice guy and was more her age range, which her father should warm to a lot easier.

Sara tapped her fingers on the flattened carpet as she waited for Adam to return. She leant her body to one side and reached into her pocket to pull her phone from it, sliding the front up to see the clock. It was eleven thirty and if she wanted to come to other parties she would have to get going soon. She slid the phone closed just as Adam returned and handed her a plastic cup.

"Here you go. One beer," he said, sinking back onto the carpet beside her. Sara gazed into the cup and quirked an eyebrow when she saw it was three quarters froth. "Sorry 'bout that," Adam blushed. "I didn't think you would want a bottle and I suck at pouring," he chuckled, taking a swig of his own beer from a dark brown bottle.

"It's fine," Sara told him taking a gulp and forcing the bitter liquid down her throat. Beer wasn't her poison of choice. "What took you so long?" she asked him with a frown as she watched her frothy beer head sink into the brown liquid.

"Uh…" Adam stuttered looking into his lap. "I went for a cigarette, sorry" he replied, sucking air in through his teeth when Sara gave him a look of disgust. "Bad, I know," he joked as she took another gulp of her drink and gave him a nod.

"It will kill you," Sara told him, finishing off the small amount of actual beer that was left hiding under the froth. Adam watched her intently, licking his lips when she threw her head back to get every last drop out of the cup. Sara wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and opened her eyes. The room seemed to be moving, and her vision was blurred.

Sara began to sway sideways and Adam caught her with a strong hand. "Are you ok?" she asked her, setting his beer down to one side of him.

Sara touched a hand to her temple, blinking to try and sharpen her sight. "Um…" she began unable to finish. She hadn't drunk anything all night until now and wasn't drunk. She could tell when she was drunk because it didn't happen very often.

"Lets get you some air," Adam offered, pulling her to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her from the room. Silence invaded Sara's ears and when she opened her eyes it was pitch black. She couldn't see and she felt dizzy. Her phone fell from her hand and bounced on the floor, dialling her last called number when it hit the green button.

"Here lay down," Adam said as he lowered her to a strange bed. His voice had changed and was as dark as the room. Sara tried to sit up but was pushed back onto the mattress, her entire body weak and unable to fight off the strong hand that held her down. Her eyes went wide in the darkness when she heard unzipping and spare change rattle in a pocket as Adam's jeans hit the floor at his ankles.

"No!" Sara screamed and fought against his bulk as he held her hands together in one powerful grip. He gritted his teeth and spat abuse at her as he fumbled with her struggling body to undo her jeans. "Get off of me!" she screeched but was halted when he threw a sweaty palm over her mouth.

"Shut up!" he spat pushing her head down into the cover. Sara began to cry. Her eyes squeezed together and her tears rolled down the sides of her face and into her hair that lay on the bed under head. Her body jerked with each sob and her blood rushed with fear of the unknown.

One the floor her phone had connected with number it had dialled and Michael listened in horror.