I pushed past the door and stepped into the hallway.

The party was still going. Loud. Drunken. Horny.

I could barely see through the haze of lights and sweat and bodies moving. Music pounded through the walls. Someone screamed from upstairs.

I didn’t stop.

I didn’t look back.

I walked fast, clutching the hem of my dress like it could hold me together. My panties were ruined. Clinging to me like glue. I could feel the mess I’d made of myself every time I moved. Wet. Hot. Raw.

A hand reached out.

Tried to grab my waist.

“Hey baby, where you goin—”

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I snapped.

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