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I am sorry about the chapters getting shorter, but I promise I will make them longer eventually. This one and the next chapter are a bit shorter than average. But then off to lighter subjects...and to some rather sexy ones ; )

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And there the phone was, indeed: safely behind the glass of Jessica's mom's Ford. My phone was, ironically enough, resting on top of my jacket on the back seat, whereas me and Jessica were huddling up, soaked and cold - and jacketless - on the other side of the glass. I had no idea what to do. It was raining hard now and the unusually pleasant warmth of the evening was quickly disappearing. We had waited for Angela and Lauren but they hadn't showed up, which either meant they were too drunk to notice we hadn't showed up, or just thought we had gotten lost into the huge warehouse-like nightclub. I was worried - I hoped they were okay and not getting into trouble with any guys like Chris. I was worried for our sakes as well. The parking lot was almost empty now, only a couple of early leavers getting into their cars every now and then. The darkness between the cars and the sound of the footsteps on the wet ground whenever someone showed up around the corner made me jumpy.

"Listen, Jessica, maybe I should queue again to get in, find the girls and drag them out?" I suggested, just because I felt like we needed to do something. Actually I didn't believe I had much of a chance getting back in now that the bouncer had seen me leave with an underaged normally bubbly Jessica had been quiet and moody every since we had noticed the absence of my phone, and this new Jessica was easy but depressing to hang out with. Now she just shook her shoulders indecisively. I grabbed her hand into mine and pulled her after me when I started making my way back towards the entrance.

The line was way shorter than before, I noticed thankfully. And on top of that there was a new bouncer at the door; a younger, less intimidating guy. Maybe he would let us both in, I thought hopefully, pulling Jessica into the line as well. I turned towards her:

"Okay, I really think we can do this - you just seriously need some self-confidence. Don't shy away, just look at him in the eyes and, I don't know... picture him naked or something." Jessica even smiled a little at my poor joke. The rain had smudged her eye makeup and her hair was flattened by the rain. Maybe it was better than looking like she had been preparing herself a lot. I didn't even dare to think what I looked like. Probably like I had swam all the way here.

After standing in the line for about ten minutes I checked my watch. It said it was already half past twelve - we had been planning on staying till quarter past two at the latest. Maybe the plans had changed now, though: the good case scenario would be that the girls would come out to look for us earlier. The bad case scenario was that the girls, upon not finding us from the club, would just stay there waiting for us to show up eventually. I was so anxious worrying over what would happen to us that I didn't even notice us moving forwards, until all of a sudden we were right underneath the bouncer's nose. He barely looked at us before nodding us in - we hurried inside without quite believing our luck. There was a counter next to the doors on the inside; we paid 15 dollars each to get in, got a stamp on the back of our hand and a voucher for a free drink. Then we stepped in the second pair of doors.

It was loud inside. Really, really loud. I clasped my hands over my ears. There was a lot of people, it felt like there was someone pushing me from every side. And strangely, all the desire to leave vanished from me. We were in, we had succeeded in what we had originally come here for. What did it matter if we didn't know where Angela and Lauren were? They had to be somewhere inside and sooner or later we would run into them. I took Jessica's hand again and pulled her behind myself, pushing the mass of people apart while trying to make our way deeper inside. She stumbled willingly behind me, still stupified by surprise at our good luck.

Seemed like the warehouse had been divided into three separate areas, each with their own dance floor and bar. I tried to keep my eyes open for someone familiar, trying to see over people's shoulders. It proved to be a worthless effort. There were simply too many people and it was too dark. It was uncomfortably hot and the people were sweating all around me, making my already wet skin feel clammy and my hair stick to my neck. The lights were flashing disturbingly from the dance floor, making everything seem surreal and slow. I somewhat recognized the song they were playing; it was a modernized remix of an old song that my mom had used to listen to when I was young - I tried to remember what it was, but the heavy beat confused me.

I led us towards the bar, figuring that a water might do us both good. The bartenders were skillfully mixing drinks and serving the crowd around the bar. People were leaning over the counter trying to attract their attention, waving bills in their hands. We would have to wait. Jessica was moving along the music, quite clearly enjoying herself. I couldn't help it; I started moving a little as well, carefully making sure I wouldn't trip on anything. Luckily there wasn't enough room for any tripping anyway - the solid mass of people would hold me on my feet even if I would fall. After a while I stopped worrying. We weren't the only people who were dancing outside of the dance floor, which resulted in a lot of pushing around. I didn't really mind. I had never experienced anything like this, had never been to a club, not even to a party where people would've danced like this - so free, so carefree. The atmosphere was catching, the moment captivated me - I couldn't think, I couldn't worry. I felt completely at ease with myself and with the world around me, a sensation so alien that I barely recognized it. This evening really is full of firsts, I though to myself. Maybe it's healthy to shake things up a bit every once in a while.

Jessica swiftly found a dance partner for herself; a brown haired guy in a white t-shirt who had been dancing behind her. His friend tried to befriend me by wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and pressing himself against me - I froze immediately and pushed his hands away. He was laughing and it irritated me for some reason. I turned away from him but couldn't keep on dancing anymore. Instead I approached the bar again, trying to catch a waiter's attention. There were less people now, most people had moved on to the dancefloor, where they were now dancing with drinks in their hands, trying their best to not to spill. The dance floor looked inviting to me even if I didn't feel like dancing anymore: there was water spraying down on the dancers every once in a while. They were lifting their faces towards the ceiling, welcoming the cool droplets. I was waving my hand in front of the waiter, eager for my water now. The same guy who had tried to dance with me came to stand next to me and waved his hand as well - to my irritation he immediately caught the attention of a waitress who had just finished with her previous customer. He turned towards me. His hair was dark and his face broad; there was something familiar about him.

"What would you like?" he asked me, almost yelling over the music. His voice was nasal. I shook my head.

"Nothing thanks. I want to order for myself and I'll just drink water anyway."

He turned back towards the waitress. "She wants a White Russian and a water. And a Guinness for me." She nodded and started working. I stared at the guy with my mouth slightly open.

"I said I didn't want anything." I was feeling really, really uncomfortable. I wanted nothing to do with this guy, least of all for him to buy me a drink. I had some serious issues with people buying me stuff: I didn't want to feel like I owed them anything. And especially this was the case if that somebody should be some random guy at a bar, whose idea of a hello was groping my waist. He laughed again, irritating me further.

"Don't worry, it's on me." The waitress gave him the drinks and he gave her a bill before I had the time to react. He turned back to me, holding a glass with my drink and a bottle of water.

"No thanks, I don't want them." I said and turned away, figuring that the best way to get rid of him was to simply leave; however he grabbed my arm and held me still. I really, really started to dislike this guy. I turned back towards him with an experated sigh, trying to shake his hand away. There was a strange look in his eyes... I couldn't really understand it. It made me nervous. He held his grip, and my heart started beating faster. Even though we were surrounded by people I felt irrationally afraid of him. I backed away and shook my hand again and to my surprise and relief this time he let go.

"Just take the drinks. I'm not going to drink them anyway." He said, sounding irritated. I was so relieved that he had let me go that I took the drinks from his hands. He turned, grabbing his beer from the counter, giving me one last annoyed glance and then left, disappearing into the croud on the dancefloor. Thank God, I thought. I was briefly considering drinking the White Russian but decided against it - I was already crashing down. I took a giant gulp of the water - the cork had already been removed by the waitress. I felt tired, and ready to go home. The alcohol was wearing off, the brief sensation of happiness had disappeared and I knew it had disappeared for good. I was suddenly scared of the people, scared of the club. I missed the safety of Forks. I started worrying about Angela and Lauren. We should find them, I decided and started walking, pushing through people to get to the point where I had left Jessica - just to notice she wasn't there. I glanced around myself wildly - she was nowhere to be seen. People were still dancing all around me, figures that looked so identical in the darkness. I felt sick - where could she be? The room was spinning in my eyes, the music was too loud in my ears. I started moving quicker, pushing people rudely out of my way. I was panicking. Had she gone with the guy she had danced with? That guy had been friends with the other guy, the guy who had bought me the drinks. The thought worried me. The feeling of sickness got worse; I was sweating in the heat. I took another gulp of the water and started to turn back. The people around me were like a vast sea - I felt drowning, too small in the hugeness of the warehouse. And all of a sudden the feeling of sickness multiplied - it became physical. I realized I was about to throw up. I dropped the glass of White Russian and felt the glass shatter when it hit the floor - I clasped a hand over my mouth and ran, ran as quickly as I could to the only place I could think of. Outside, to fresh air. I pushed people violently out of my way and finally made it to the door. I barely made it outside - past the bouncer who looked at me with his eyebrows high, and past the now-short queue of people who stared at me with a mix of pity and shock - before I vomited on the asphalt next to the door. I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my cheeks as I was sick again. It was oddly quiet outside in comparison to the loudness of indoors - I could hear people making disgusted and pitying noises behind me. I tried to move, but I had no power left in my limbs. My entire body was shaking.

When I tried to unsuccesfully collect myself I felt someone shake my shoulder. I was too tired to turn my head. God, let it be Edward, my mind was begging. Let it be Edward. Nothing made any sense. He was the only thought in my mind. The tears were streaming down my cheeks still but now for a different reason. I was crying over my stupidness, over the whole fucking night that had gone so horribly wrong. I was crying because I missed Edward, I missed the feeling of protection, of love, that were surrounding me every time he was near.

The someone who had shaken my shoulder helped me up. I was leaning on him. I heard the bouncer ask him if I was fine - a male voice answered him reassuringly. "Yes, she's fine. We came with the same ride, I'll help her back home." And the bouncer mumbled something back at him, relieved to not have to be the one to take responsibility. But I could concentrate on only one thing: I had recognized the voice of the speaker who was holding me and leading me towards the dark parking lot. And the voice wasn't Edward's. Instead it was unpleasant and nasal. The recognizion made me panic again; but I felt utterly powerless to move myself, to resist, when he was pulling me away from the safety of other people. Panic flooded my mind even stronger every passing second - what was happening to me? Where was he taking me and why? His hands felt alien, unwelcome on my waist where they were supporting me. I already knew the answer to my questions, but couldn't admit it to myself. I couldn't think it, it was unspeakable.

I tried to fight but everything blackened in my eyes and I was gone, giving in to the waves of darkness that gladly pulled me under, devouring me.

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