“You got something stronger than weed? I’m rolling but my high coming down,” she said. “I get nasty when I feel good,” Nish teased.

“You get nasty, huh?” Lucas questioned, intrigued. “Walk with me to the car. I got a little something.”

Morgan reached for Nish, as they passed her, but Nish shook her off. Nish knelt in front of Morgan. “Relax. My turn. Have a drink. Have some fun, for once,” Nish said. “I’ll be back. Homie will entertain you.”

Morgan struggled to her feet. Her legs felt like they would give out at any moment. Devastation and anger flooded her. She could see the lust in this random guy’s eyes, as he approached her.

Was this rape? Was she giving off vibes that this was okay? She didn’t want this. This wasn’t how her night was supposed to turn out.

Morgan didn’t know what she had done to invite this violation. Was dancing in a club and barely-there clothing the signs that had given these men the green light to have their way with her? If that were the case, she wouldn’t dare do it again. The attention, the spotlight, feeling sexy, chasing maturity, none of it was worth the humiliation she felt now. Suddenly, she just wanted to go home. She wanted to be the girl complaining from her locked room. She yearned for Ethic’s overprotectiveness. If she had listened to him, she would have never been in this situation.

A million regrets ran through her mind, as she was swarmed with confusion. Her head was spinning. She was nauseous and the fear that she would have to endure another body inside her made the contents of her stomach come flying out.

“Damn, bitch, you throwing up on my shoes and shit,” the guy said. He pushed her hard to the floor, disgusted, as he stepped around her vomit. She scrambled for the door, as she pulled down on her dress, wishing it had a little more fabric to cover her ass. She had never felt more exposed than she did now. The wetness between her legs disgusted her. Remnants of Lucas was leaking out of her, and it wasn’t until that moment she realized he hadn’t even used a condom.

“Where you going? Huh?” he asked, as he pulled her by her hair, so roughly that she felt him ripping the braids from her scalp. She grimaced, as he flung her on the bed. “Turn around,” he growled, as he flipped her roughly. Morgan tried to crawl to the other side of the bed, but the guy caught an ankle and pulled her toward him, spreading her legs wide, as he put his weight on her back, pinning her.