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It was my first time at a corn field rave. Infact, it was my first time at any kind of ‘rave’. It was Melissa von Stein’s sweet sixteenth and I, and a handfull of others were the only people in attendance under sixteen. Most of Melissa’s friends were either eighteen or older. This was because Melissa hit puberty way before the rest of our class, which meant she had the overall advantage, boobs.

The barn was located on the edge of the cornfield and the dull thud of the bass in the background was doing nothing to distract from the terrible itch being caused by the haystack I was sat on. We sat in the dark, Anthony and I. Or Tony, as he was to his friends. Tony was a senior, and on the football team. He pushed the silver flask of liquor he’d taken from his father’s study into my hand.

“It’ll loosen you up.” He’d slurred. “It’ll relax you.”

I took a large swig, and winced as the sour liquid flooded my throat. Moving his other hand further up my thigh, he grinned through the darkness “You’re beautiful.”

His hand then found it’s way into my pants; he was awkward and in some kind of rush. Inexperienced for a boy of his age. His lips on my neck and chin felt wet and slimy. Laying back, I began to look around the barn. It was in a state of disrepair. My glowstick jewellery lit up my forearms, and my glow in the dark watch face informed me I was already an hour and a half late to go home. I pushed him away and sat up. His sudden look of confusion was quick to change into a frown when he realised I wasn’t going to put out.

“What the fuck, bitch, you frigid or some shit?”
I tried to argue, “I’m late home. I.. I really have to leave.”
“Yeah, right.” He scoffed, rebuckling his belt.

I reached out to grab him; to apologise and as I did, I lost my balance and landed in a pile at his feet.

“Frigid little bitch.” he hissed, and spat in my hair before turning to leave and rejoin the rest of his senior friends.

I sat alone in the barn for a while, trying not to cry. Five minutes ago I was beautiful, and now? Now I was a frigid little girl, with spit in my hair.

My father picked me up from the local gas station. We drove home in silence. He didn’t ask where I’d been, or why I was late and I didn’t ask why the car smelt of booze and cheap perfume.

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