An: Ok, so I've decided to sometimes include poems in the beginning of some chapters to aid to the story. I did NOT write these poems, all poems used will come from the website .com
Anyways, I know it's starting out slow, but it will start-up a bit more soon, promise. Also, There is a bar in town! This is a change from the game, but the bar is going to necessary trust me.
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Chapter two:
Intoxicate Me

(Complication by Misti L. Green)

In a world filled with changes
each and every day..

I feel I'm being judged
for what I do and say..

I remember back to Barbies
and play days at the park..

When I didn't worry about
other people's remarks..

Now looking in the mirror
I see to my surprise..

A completely different person
staring in my eyes..

The carefree little girl
I saw at 4 and 5..

Is now becoming a teen..
Just trying to survive...

With the festival coming up, the bar was booming more than usual. Sadly, the same went for my headache. I drowned down my shot and went on to the next. Normally I didn't drink much, but when demons enter your mind, you should get rid of them.

"You sure you don't want to dance Rachel?" I looked over at my friend Tina, who had pleading eyes. I turn her down with a gentle smile.

"Well... I'll be back! Like I always say, I need to get close and personal to get the scope!" She winked at me with her hidden message as I laughed at her. Starring around, I see many handsome men dancing with women. No wonder that stupid journalist wanted out there. I roll my eyes as she pranced off. Looking around more, I spot a girl named Michelle on the tiny stage dancing rather provocatively. I didn't know the entertainer well, but I knew her well enough to know that she loved the spotlight, which she was defiantly getting in her tube top and short shorts. What is this? A club now?... ah...it is! I drown down another shot. How many is that now? Feeling my head turn, I felt an arm wrap around me.

"Hey sweetie, you wanna dance?" I cringe at the nickname and push the arm from me.

"Thanks, but I can't. I need to head home anyways." I stand up with a smile at the man. He seemed disappointed, but did I care? No.

I walk out of the bar and head to the direction of my farm. A few minutes pass as I walk with only the noise of crickets chirping.

"Sweetie, you were rather rude to me before." A hand grabbed my wrist and I felt my back hit the side of a brick building. The man I had met at the bar before had pinned me to the side of a house.

" Get the hell off!" I scream at him, but it seemed to not affect him. My hands were pin by one of his, while his free hand ran up my shirt. Why didn't I wear my overalls! Ready to scream again, he smashes his lips against mine. The taste of vodka entered my mouth. The man was big, too big for me to try to escape. However, I pushed my luck. I struggled against his restraint and bit his lip. The taste of metal and vodka now mixed within my mouth. I stared at him with defiant eyes as his hand went across my face. The stinging didn't bother me, but his hands ripping at my pants most certainly did. I heard a door slam, but I don't think my attacker noticed. Please... help me I felt like a little child being cornered once again, but when I heard a groggy voice yell, I saw a light of hope.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" It was dark, too dark. But I noticed that golden hair and voice. Neil folded his arms over his chest as he stared the man down. "Get off my property!" His eyes remained on the man.

"Fuck off." The overly sized man said with a gruff, intoxicated, voice. His hands went fully up my shirt and grabbed roughly at my chest. I squealed with pain as I tried to jerk him off. The next thing I knew, Neil grabbed the man by the collar and flung him to the ground.

"Leave, before this escalates into a fight!" His eyes and face didn't waver with his threat as he stood in front of me, blocking the man from me. The man stood up and muttered something along the lines of 'the bitch isn't worth it' as he stumbled off. Neil folded his arms again and turned to face me.

"Great, of all people it's you I run into." Neil and I weren't the best of friends, hell we barely knew each other out of business association. For some reason, it seems he has a vendetta against me.

"Thank you" My voice was weak and quivered a bit. I looked down from his cold, red, eyes that seemed as though they stared right through me.

"Do you know how late it is? You smell like alcohol too. Are you stupid?" His voice sounded serious. Great, I'm being scolded again! I kept up my innocent girl persona and nodded at him.

"Your bleeding. Come inside" His voice softened and he started to walk away. I followed his orders as he led me inside of his house.

Looking in the mirror, I saw a tiny gash on my face. The attacker must have had on a ring or something. I frowned at the mark as I wiped the dry blood off with a rag. I was in Neil's bathroom. It wasn't big, but it had all the necessities for one. Placing the bandage on my face, I head out of the bathroom back to the main room. Neil was pouring himself a small glass of milk in his small kitchenette. His house wasn't big either, but it was cute. Must be nice to do how you please... I walk up to him with a smile. He glanced at me, but with no emotion evident on his face.

"Look, it's late. Just stay here. I'll sleep on the couch." He walked off to his tiny den area. That statement surprised me. It's unlike him to ask me to stay longer than five minutes.

"Don't act so surprised. That man is most likely out there still, waiting." Looking over at him, I saw him sprawled out on the couch. His eyes were closed and arms behind his head still fully clothed along with his jacket. I wonder what he looks like without the jacket...

"Thank you Neil for everything. I owe you! Um, I don't really know what to say other than that, so I guess goodnight."

"You talk to much. Just go to sleep already." He turned to his side on the couch. Rude much! I walk to his bed and climb in. The bed was cozy and warm luring me to sleep. Snuggling my head in the pillow; a scent reminding me of nature wafted into my noise. I wonder if Neil really smells like this. How am I going to repay him? Thoughts ran about my aching head faster than I would have liked. God, what he must thinking of me now... The demons started to enter my head again. He surely is judging me as he lays there... Thankfully sleep came fast that night.