She gently closed the windows of her room, turned, and glanced at the large wall clock. Moving to the side of her bed, she sat down and whispered softly, "Rain? Not today, please..." The door creaked open and her mother appeared.
"Make sure you wear your sweater, say your prayers, and go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning," her mother instructed before walking out.
She looked back at the clock—it was half past eight. Just then her phone rang on the bed. She picked it up quickly and answered, "Hello!"
From the other side came the voice of her friend: "Don’t tell me you won’t come because of the rain?"
She sighed. "But you know Mum..."
Her friend cut her off: "No, that’s unfair. It’s already dark, just sneak out, no one will notice. Didn’t you say Abba isn’t around?"
She bowed her head slightly. "Alright, I’ll try. I’m coming."
With that, she got dressed in haste, packed her bag with her phone and money, put on a raincoat, and switched off the light. Quietly, she crept out of her room, glancing around the corridor. A faint light glowed from her mother’s bedroom—she sighed softly, knowing exactly what she was doing. Her mother would soon be asleep until morning.
She hurried downstairs where all the lights in the parlor were already off, then tiptoed to the kitchen and slipped out through its back door, carefully leaving it slightly open. The gatekeeper said nothing as she exited. Out on the silent street, she walked quickly until she reached the main road, where she flagged down a tricycle and gave the driver directions.
Her heart pounded—she had never done such a thing before. And all because of a friend she barely knew. At ten minutes to nine, she arrived at a huge house, music blaring loudly despite the heavy downpour.
She slipped through the gate and approached the parlor where the birthday party was happening. Inside, men and women mixed freely, dancing wildly without order. She spotted her friend—the celebrant—in a flowing gown. Rushing to her, the girl hugged her tightly.
"Ohh babe, I’m happy you came! Take off that raincoat, you’re already missing out."
She removed her hood and frowned. "But I never thought the party would be like this... It’s disorganized."
Her friend laughed. "Nothing is disorganized here. Come and join the fun."
With a shrug, she removed the raincoat, revealing a beautiful long gown. Her friend winked playfully: "Wow, bestie, you look stunning! If only your boo could see you now."
She smiled faintly. "Uhm." Her friend pulled her closer to the dancing crowd.
She found a seat instead, opened a bottle of malt, and sipped while watching the wild atmosphere—people smoking, drinking, swaying carelessly. She felt out of place. Could I really keep being friends with Clara? she thought. She’s too rough.
Within minutes, a guy approached and sat beside her. "Hi babe, how you doing?"
"Good," she replied curtly.
"May I know you better?"
"No," she answered firmly, then got up to meet Clara.
As soon as she left, the guy slipped some pills into her malt bottle, smirking as he fiddled with his phone. Minutes later she returned, picked up the malt, and continued drinking without suspicion. After about ten minutes, drowsiness overwhelmed her. She stood shakily.
"Excuse me," she murmured.
The guy rose too. "No problem. Going home?"
She nodded.
"Let’s go. Say goodbye to your friend, I’ll drop you off. That’s my job here."
Too weak to argue, she walked with him back to Clara.
"Babe, leaving already?" Clara asked in surprise.
"Yes, I’m sleepy," she answered. Clara smiled knowingly at the guy. "Please take her home directly, Sam."
"Alright," he replied.
Outside, the rain had lessened to a drizzle. He helped her into the car and drove off. Soon he parked on a lonely road.
"Baby, where’s your house?" he asked.
"Tarauni," she whispered.
He grabbed her hand. "Ohh, that’s very far."
Instead of driving, he began caressing her fingers, then her face. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Take me home..." But he leaned closer, forcing his hands under her gown.
"Stop it!" she shouted.
"Baby..." he coaxed.
Slap! She struck his face hard, flung the car door open, and ran. Shocked, he held his cheek, then chased after her. She ran desperately, though dizziness slowed her. Ahead, she spotted a man by a gate, phone pressed to his ear.
"Help, please!" she cried, trembling.
But as she drew closer, she noticed a cigar in his other hand. Fear gripped her. She tried to retreat, but he grabbed her violently. She screamed just as Sam arrived. One look at the stranger made Sam retreat quickly to his car.
Now trapped, she struggled against the stranger’s powerful grip, sobbing: "Please let me go, I beg you!" His sharp eyes scanned her.
"What brought you out here?" he asked coldly.
"I was... at my friend’s birthday," she stammered.
"And now someone tried to rape you?" he pressed.
Tears streamed down her face as she nodded weakly. He sneered. "If I’d known where you were coming from, I would’ve let him finish you." Then he shoved her away. She ran blindly until she stumbled into two young men near a car. They blocked her path, dragging her toward the vehicle despite her screams.
The stranger, still watching, cursed and sprinted after them. At the roundabout, he caught up, ramming his car dangerously close. Jumping out, he yanked open the backseat of their car—she was gagged with a cloth. He pulled her out, dumped her into his own car, and sped away.
Rescue and Near Death
After a long drive, he parked by the roadside. Looking back, he saw her slumped unconscious. He shouted, shook her, but she didn’t respond. Panic flashed in his eyes. He tore away the cloth, lifted her chin, and gave her mouth-to-mouth breaths. After several attempts, she sneezed violently and opened her eyes.
Relieved, he wiped his face with a handkerchief, watching as she sat up groggily, holding her head.
"Where am I? Please take me home, my head hurts," she sobbed.
He glared. "Who let you out wandering to birthdays?"
Through tears, she whispered, "Take me home, please..."
Sighing, he got behind the wheel again. Her directions led him to a grand mansion. He glanced around in surprise before stopping. Handing her the bag of medicine he’d bought earlier, he said sternly:
"Here, for the sake of Allah and Islam."
She looked at him with tired, swollen eyes, took the bag, and staggered out. Nearly collapsing, she dragged herself inside the gate without alerting her mother.
Finally in her room, she dropped the drugs on the floor, collapsed onto her bed, and tossed restlessly. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as the memories of the terrifying night replayed in her mind.
Description
A Secret Escape into the Night
She gently closed the windows of her room, turned, and glanced at the large wall clock. Moving to the side of her bed, she sat down and whispered softly, "Rain? Not today, please..." The door creaked open and her mother appeared.
"Make sure you wear your sweater, say your prayers, and go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning," her mother instructed before walking out.
She looked back at the clock—it was half past eight. Just then her phone rang on the bed. She picked it up quickly and answered, "Hello!"
From the other side came the voice of her friend: "Don’t tell me you won’t come because of the rain?"
She sighed. "But you know Mum..."
Her friend cut her off: "No, that’s unfair. It’s already dark, just sneak out, no one will notice. Didn’t you say Abba isn’t around?"
She bowed her head slightly. "Alright, I’ll try. I’m coming."
With that, she got dressed in haste, packed her bag with her phone and money, put on a raincoat, and switched off the light. Quietly, she crept out of her room, glancing around the corridor. A faint light glowed from her mother’s bedroom—she sighed softly, knowing exactly what she was doing. Her mother would soon be asleep until morning.
She hurried downstairs where all the lights in the parlor were already off, then tiptoed to the kitchen and slipped out through its back door, carefully leaving it slightly open. The gatekeeper said nothing as she exited. Out on the silent street, she walked quickly until she reached the main road, where she flagged down a tricycle and gave the driver directions.
Her heart pounded—she had never done such a thing before. And all because of a friend she barely knew. At ten minutes to nine, she arrived at a huge house, music blaring loudly despite the heavy downpour.
She slipped through the gate and approached the parlor where the birthday party was happening. Inside, men and women mixed freely, dancing wildly without order. She spotted her friend—the celebrant—in a flowing gown. Rushing to her, the girl hugged her tightly.
"Ohh babe, I’m happy you came! Take off that raincoat, you’re already missing out."
She removed her hood and frowned. "But I never thought the party would be like this... It’s disorganized."
Her friend laughed. "Nothing is disorganized here. Come and join the fun."
With a shrug, she removed the raincoat, revealing a beautiful long gown. Her friend winked playfully: "Wow, bestie, you look stunning! If only your boo could see you now."
She smiled faintly. "Uhm." Her friend pulled her closer to the dancing crowd.
She found a seat instead, opened a bottle of malt, and sipped while watching the wild atmosphere—people smoking, drinking, swaying carelessly. She felt out of place. Could I really keep being friends with Clara? she thought. She’s too rough.
Within minutes, a guy approached and sat beside her. "Hi babe, how you doing?"
"Good," she replied curtly.
"May I know you better?"
"No," she answered firmly, then got up to meet Clara.
As soon as she left, the guy slipped some pills into her malt bottle, smirking as he fiddled with his phone. Minutes later she returned, picked up the malt, and continued drinking without suspicion. After about ten minutes, drowsiness overwhelmed her. She stood shakily.
"Excuse me," she murmured.
The guy rose too. "No problem. Going home?"
She nodded.
"Let’s go. Say goodbye to your friend, I’ll drop you off. That’s my job here."
Too weak to argue, she walked with him back to Clara.
"Babe, leaving already?" Clara asked in surprise.
"Yes, I’m sleepy," she answered. Clara smiled knowingly at the guy. "Please take her home directly, Sam."
"Alright," he replied.
Outside, the rain had lessened to a drizzle. He helped her into the car and drove off. Soon he parked on a lonely road.
"Baby, where’s your house?" he asked.
"Tarauni," she whispered.
He grabbed her hand. "Ohh, that’s very far."
Instead of driving, he began caressing her fingers, then her face. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Take me home..." But he leaned closer, forcing his hands under her gown.
"Stop it!" she shouted.
"Baby..." he coaxed.
Slap! She struck his face hard, flung the car door open, and ran. Shocked, he held his cheek, then chased after her. She ran desperately, though dizziness slowed her. Ahead, she spotted a man by a gate, phone pressed to his ear.
"Help, please!" she cried, trembling.
But as she drew closer, she noticed a cigar in his other hand. Fear gripped her. She tried to retreat, but he grabbed her violently. She screamed just as Sam arrived. One look at the stranger made Sam retreat quickly to his car.
Now trapped, she struggled against the stranger’s powerful grip, sobbing: "Please let me go, I beg you!" His sharp eyes scanned her.
"What brought you out here?" he asked coldly.
"I was... at my friend’s birthday," she stammered.
"And now someone tried to rape you?" he pressed.
Tears streamed down her face as she nodded weakly. He sneered. "If I’d known where you were coming from, I would’ve let him finish you." Then he shoved her away. She ran blindly until she stumbled into two young men near a car. They blocked her path, dragging her toward the vehicle despite her screams.
The stranger, still watching, cursed and sprinted after them. At the roundabout, he caught up, ramming his car dangerously close. Jumping out, he yanked open the backseat of their car—she was gagged with a cloth. He pulled her out, dumped her into his own car, and sped away.
Rescue and Near Death
After a long drive, he parked by the roadside. Looking back, he saw her slumped unconscious. He shouted, shook her, but she didn’t respond. Panic flashed in his eyes. He tore away the cloth, lifted her chin, and gave her mouth-to-mouth breaths. After several attempts, she sneezed violently and opened her eyes.
Relieved, he wiped his face with a handkerchief, watching as she sat up groggily, holding her head.
"Where am I? Please take me home, my head hurts," she sobbed.
He glared. "Who let you out wandering to birthdays?"
Through tears, she whispered, "Take me home, please..."
Sighing, he got behind the wheel again. Her directions led him to a grand mansion. He glanced around in surprise before stopping. Handing her the bag of medicine he’d bought earlier, he said sternly:
"Here, for the sake of Allah and Islam."
She looked at him with tired, swollen eyes, took the bag, and staggered out. Nearly collapsing, she dragged herself inside the gate without alerting her mother.
Finally in her room, she dropped the drugs on the floor, collapsed onto her bed, and tossed restlessly. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as the memories of the terrifying night replayed in her mind.