I didn't know who this person was, but he was messing with the best night of my school life. His hands were big and rough. I knew my arm was going to be black and blue in the morning. That was assuming that I saw morning.

He kicked at a door and threw me into a room that smelled of oil and sawdust. I stumbled against a table with something that caught my dress. I heard it tear and the pressure started building behind my eyes. I loved that dress. My attacker grabbed me off the floor ...