Chapter One: Getting Droned

"Hey! Watch it!" A boy, unknown to Ellie Nash, said to her as she walked by. The room was crowded, and stuffy. The loud house music was blaring so loud that it gave Ellie a headache. To her, it was either the music, the lights, or the booze.
As she made her way through the room, she kept bumping into people, and she felt dizzy. She already had 2 beers, and 3 Smirnoff Ice. The effects were really kicking in now, and Ellie knew sooner or later that she would throw up. As she stumbled pass people, she tripped over some one foot, and fell hard on the floor. She just laid there. Then suddenly she, out of the blue, she started to laugh. At nothing in particular any way.
Ashley told her not to go to the party anyway, but Ellie was getting sick and tired of her bitching and complaining that she decided to go. But Ashley didn't know she was there. And drinking any way. As Ellie thought about this, she started to feel sick to her stomach. She had to throw up. As she jumped up off the floor, she stumbled across the room, and fell again. She could hear some people laughing at her in the distance. But she didn't care. All she cared about right now was getting to the bathroom.
When she got up, she could feel her mouth watering up. But before she realized it, she threw up all the stuff on her stomach. It burned her throat as it came up, and out of her mouth. After she finished retching, and vomiting, she felt better. That was the good part. The bad part was that she almost threw up on Manny Santos's brand new sneakers.
"What the hell!" Manny shrieked. When she looked down, she saw Ellie, kneeling on the floor in front of her, holding her stomach. When Ellie's gaze rose from the floor to Manny's face, she felt dizzy again.
"Oh god. Are you okay, Ellie?" Manny asked with a look of concern on her face. Without thought, Ellie proceeded to get up again. She had to find her way to the bathroom. But the only thing was that she couldn't stand up. She felt sluggish all over. And she was so dizzy that she could hardly see anything.
"Ellie, come on and get up. Lets go to the bathroom." Manny stated as she pulled her up to her feet. As Manny lead her away from the music, lights, and people, Ellie started to giggle. She didn't know what was funnier, her almost throwing up on Manny's shoes, or getting drunk then throwing up. Ellie's feet felt heavy as she climbed the stairs. But she somehow managed to get from the living room to the up-stairs bathroom. She then felt her mouth water up again. This was a sign that meant, she had throw up again. As she felt Manny pull on her arm, she suddenly realized that it was really dark up stairs.
"Where are we going?" Ellie giggled as Manny struggled to get her to the bathroom.
"To the bathroom. You're drunk, and that's why you threw up. So stop dragging, and come on." Manny sighed as she pulled the girl closer and closer to the bathroom.
"I'm not sick! It was something I ate." Ellie said.
"No it wasn't, so come on, okay." Manny replied as she opened the bathroom door. That was the longest walk from a living room to a bathroom that Ellie had ever took in her natural life.
As soon as Manny switched on the bathroom light, Ellie rushed towards the toilet, and Manny closed the door so they could have some privacy, and shut out some of the loud music from downstairs. While she was throwing up, for the second time in the same night, she felt Manny patting and rubbing her back. To Ellie it was comfort, but to Manny, it was awkwardness. She never really paid much attention to her. She was punk, and thought that hotties like her were too hot and pretty to hang around them. But tonight she felt funny. Like something was bound to happen, but she didn't know what. She felt that Ellie really needed her at the time, and that it would be pretty helpful to her, and herself that she did.
When she finished, Manny asked her if she was okay.
"Yeah." Ellie whispered. Manny reached over to the sink and grabbed a washcloth so she could wipe her mouth.
"You want some water or something?" she asked
"Yes, please." Ellie replied. Manny got up and filled one of the paper cups that was stacked on the side of the sink, and filled it up with water. Ellie eagerly snatched it from her hand. As she gulped it down, she felt Manny's eyes watching her.
"What?" Ellie asked.
"See what happen when you drink," she replied as-matter-of-factly.
"I wasn't drinking. It was something I ate earlier."
"Yeah. Right. I'll tak-"
But before Manny could finish her statement, the bathroom door burst open. Ellie was startled to see Sully looking at her and Manny with a look of disgust on his face.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" he said.
"Nothing, baby. She almost threw up on me, and so I brung her up her." Manny replied innocently.
"Is she drunk?" Sully asked her.
"Yeah. Don't she look drunk?"
"Don't get smart with me, bitch, okay?" he demanded
"Okay." Manny replied. Sully then studied her, and Ellie, with a look of pleasure and curiosity on his face.
"I want you to do something for me."
"What?" Manny replied, annoyed.
"Go down to the room at the end of the hall, and wait in there. Okay?"
"What for?"
"Don't ask questions! Just do what I said. NOW!!" He shouted.
"Okay!" She replied directly.
"And take the drunk chick with you."
"Why?"
"'Cause I fucking said so! That's why."
"Okay." Manny replied pathetically.
As soon as Manny started to help her up, Ellie was confused. She didn't know what they were talking about, and where she was going. But she was too tired to care.
Sully followed them into the room down the hall, without telling neither one of them what was about to happen.
When they both was seated on the bed in the dimly, lit room, Ellie started to laugh again. She didn't know what was so funny though. Manny then started to rub her back as she looked at Sully.
"Just stay right there until I get back." He demanded.
"Okay." She replied. Manny didn't know what he wanted them to do. Not something stupid she hoped. But there was no telling. But as he slipped out the door and down the hall, she told Ellie to lie down. With her being drunk as she was, she obeyed.
As Manny started to wipe her sweaty forehead, she heard some voices down the hall. She heard Sully's voice, along with some others. She couldn't make out who they were, but they were coming closer and closer towards the room, in which she and Ellie occupied. Ellie didn't hear the voices though. She had passed out before they got there.
When they entered the room, one by one, Manny didn't know what to think. Why in the hell did he bring all these guys up here? What did he want them to do? The questions ran through her head so fast. She didn't know what to say, think, or do.
There were eight other guys in the room total, including Sully, Manny, and Ellie. Sully was the last to come in. When he closed the door, and turned to lock it, Manny slowly made her way over to him.
"What in the hell is this?" She angrily stated.
"I told you I want you to do something for me, and this is it. Go lie down on the bed beside the drunk."
"What for?"
"Didn't I tell you don't fucking ask me questions?" he shouted. All the guys in the room, looked at the both of them.
"Yeah, but I hope you don't think th-." Sully's reaction startled her. He pushed her into the wall that was behind her, and grabbed her wrist so tightly that she cringed in pain.
"There are no if's, and's or but's about it. You're gonna do whatever I tell you to do, or we are gonna have a lot of fun with you," he pointed to bed, "and her. Okay?"
"Okay." She replied pitifully. How could he do this to her? She knew that she couldn't yell for help, because nobody could hear her over the loud music. And she knew that they were nine of them, and one of her. They overpowered her. She was a mouse in a room full of snakes. So she did what he said.
As she walked over to the bed, she looked at Ellie, who had already passed out, and laid down beside her.
"You guys wanna see two women make love?" Sully shouted over the room. It was followed by "Yeahs." Manny was desperate to find a way out, but she knew she couldn't.
"Take off your shirt, and pants, along with her's," he demanded. She obeyed. After she had finished stripping her and Ellie down to their underwear and bras, she waited for more instructions.
"Show me how two ladies have sex." Sully instructed. "Oh yeas," and "Whoas" followed this. And she obeyed.
Little did she know that Ellie was conscious until then. She had nearly seen and heard everything until that moment. But she didn't know what the words meant. She couldn't put hem together. She was too weak to move, or say anything. So the only thing she could possibly do was let herself drift off into the dark state of unconsciousness.