Contrary to my nerdy looks, I put on red lipstick, my upper thighs, my shoulders and back exposed to my waistline in my armless red slutty gown. Nothing mattered to me anymore, all I wanted was to go out, drink some whiskey and forget all that had happened today.

I sprayed my neck with my lavender perfume, determined not to hold back, I went out without any underwear. I picked up my purse and off I went into the "Villas NightClub".

Aunt Benita and her good for nothing fiancee "Fred" have always talked about how good the club was. How all kinds of ladies and gents spend their precious time and money foolishly.

Benita was away for a supply, which gave Freddie all the opportunity to molest me badly.

I have endured harsh treatments and harassment from Fred but have never said a word to Benita about it. She seemed happy with him and I did not want to ruin her joy. She has sacrificed everything for me. I just know she deserves better and would someday find out the man she loves is a beast.

He came in as usual to have his way with me, his dirty lustful desires taking over him, but I have promised myself that today would be his last time harassing me. Determined to make him stop, I pushed him away and hit him with the mixing spoon Benita used for mixing her dough. Blood gushed out of his nose, his eyes became red and he tried to rise up and hit me but I ran away and locked myself in the room. He tried to force his way in, but to no avail.

Fred left when he noticed Benita pulling up in the driveway.

Benita entered my room, fully covered up and soaked in tears, my face looking opposite of her direction, she thought i was asleep. She gently closed the door and walked away.

I needed to calm down, I needed to cool off the pressure in my head. What better way than to go wild, I thought to myself.

When I got to the club, my eyes moved around searching for the perfect spot to seat and drink away my sorrows. This was my first time in a club, this was my first time being in an environment that had nothing to do with inventions and tech creation.

I finally found a cold spot, a place where the light was dim and not many people were there. I thought to myself this is it. I walked shamefully, aware of the fact that this is not the right decision for me but Fred had gotten his way with me, not once not twice, "guilt" should be the last thing in my mind.

I became selectively mute as a result of being neglected and lonely. Nobody wanted to hear my story, I was invincible to everyone around me.

I have never been able to stand up for myself, been the victim of severe bullying in school, I had been a sheep all my life. Never given the opportunity to help and show that I am not the witch everyone has termed me to be.

Today I took a bold step and stood up for myself. I have had enough, I will no longer be pushed aside and abused anymore.

An evil smile formed on my face, I had satisfied my conscience and was ready to get down.

I brought out my notepad and ordered a glass of Madeira with ice, the barman looking crisp and desirable was back with my drink before I could change my mind..

I could barely finish up before I felt my head spinning, my eyes dizzy and the chandelier that attracted me to the spot suddenly felt like a disco bulb.

I knew that was my que to go. I carried my purse, and headed to the exit hoping not to fall and puke on anyone. The music that matched my raging mode became my sober call.

I struggled and slowly stood up from my stool and walked past the tables in front of me.

As I got close to the door, a mild voice from behind asked for my credit card.

I turned around shocked, I had forgotten about the part where I had to pay for my drink.

I quickly opened my purse to settle my debt but all I found was a piece of paper with the inscription "Go wild or Home"

Something I had written to help me focus on being the bad girl I wanted to be.

I don't have any cash or card on me, but if you will allow me, I would come back to settle my debts, I quickly wrote and handed him the notepad.

The barman laughed hysterically, I could detect from his tone that my plea was useless.

I tried to further my plea, willing to give up my purse that I thought was worth the glass of wine I had but all my effort proved abortive.

He held my hand, fully aware of my innocence.

You will pay for your drink, young lady the barman said as he dragged me back into the bar.

As we struggled to pass through the dancing and shouting crowd, I noticed a young man in the bar with short black hair. He wore a green shirt with two upper buttons loose, his black leather pants hugged him so tight I could literally see his crotch. He stood up and made his way towards us, his perfume ushered the way ahead of him. He lifted up his shades and I saw his eyes burn. Golden eyes that captivated my body.

He inquired what the problem was and the barman told him my shameful ordeal.

He offered to pay and I bent my head in appreciation. I quickly removed my arm from the barman's firm grip and moved towards the door in fast paces.

The strange man followed after me, noticing I was in a dilemma. He caught up with me and offered to take me home. I could not decline because I knew I needed the help.

What more could go wrong I thought to myself?

A flashy red lamborghini pulled up and he asked me to hop in. I had only seen such cars in movies and rarely on the streets.

I entered and shut the door.

Where are you headed he asked?

Lost in his eyes and drunk, I just smiled and am sure he took it as a sign to take me home.

He drove swiftly and in a short time we got to a strange neighbourhood, he pulled over. He opened the door for me this time, stretching his hands towards me. I held his hands and stepped down from the car. He led the way into his penthouse. The door had a silver handle like the head of a snake or so I thought. I could hardly fix the things I saw that crazy evening.

I kept smiling over everything he said, not uttering a word or using my notepad.

He offered me another glass of whiskey, I accepted and took some sips. I was fully drunk now.