followed me. Nausea washed over me, and an ominous feeling crept upon me. My head was screaming at me to get out of there, so I excused myself to go to the toilets that were placed alongside the big party tent. I remember Skye shooting me a look, but I just smiled it away and made my way to the toilets. Even though the chemical toilets were disgusting I was so relieved I was gone and away from that guy, that I took a deep breath of( not really) fresh air. I stayed there for a few minutes until I really couldn’ t take the smell of urine anymore, so I stepped outside only to return to that uneasy feeling. The guy was waiting for me at the edge of where the urine smell was still okay. My stomach dropped and filled itself with dread, but I walked towards him anyway. I asked him if there was something wrong, and he just smiled creepily, answering me by telling that Skye had gotten worried and that he had offered to look for me to‘ keep me safe’. As he said it he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. pushed myself off against him, asking him if he could never do that again. His demeanor changed and he looked mad, before that all switched again and his previous creepy smile changed into a sly grin but he removed his arm anyway. Trying to keep my best distance from him, we walked back to the group in silence, and there the jokes began. It was the guy who had his arms wrapped around Maia that started,“ What were you guys doing back there, doing the dirty?” I wanted to tell him we didn’ t do anything, but the creepy guy next to me beat me to it, grinning he said that I was playing hard to get and he still had to crack my hard resistance. It made me physically sick, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Skye scrunching up her features too. Almost all the guys laughed except for the blonde boy that Skye was leaning into, Maia laughed happily along. To make matters worse Maia took it a step further by saying I shouldn’ t be such a prude, and that I should live a little. That did it, I didn’ t wanted to be a part of this anymore. I told Skye I wasn’ t feeling good and that I was going back to the tent to get some sleep, she looked worried and offered to walk with me, but I looked how she was wearing the boy’ s jacket and that they were holding hands and I couldn’ t get it over my heart to part them. So I told Skye I could make it on my own, since the tent wasn’ t that far away, and I still had my phone to use as a light. My best friend for 10 years looked reluctant to let me go, but I smiled reassuringly and started to thread to all the dancing bodies. The walk was short and even though I was away from the creepy guy, I still couldn’ t shed the feeling of discomfort. Even when I was laying safely in my tent, under the warm covers of the large sheets Skye brought, I could still feel it under my skin. After a long while I felt myself getting sleepier, and I slowly drifted off. The sounds of the zipper from the tent woke me from my drowsy state, and in my sleepy haze I lifted up my head to see if it was Skye. I said her name, but before I really noticed who it really was, my head got slammed against the floor. The slam left me dizzy and instantly my head started to throb, my hands got grabbed roughly and got pinned to my sides. I tried to scream, but they were