The day was hot and the sun was bright. The red dirt seemed to illuminate around me. The trailer was heavy with his belongings and difficult to maneuver. My dog was sitting comfortably on the back seat, strapped in safely. I was preparing to leave as a sudden wave of fatigue hit me, and I decided I had better wait before making the long trip home.
I made my way to his newly tenanted house to take a nap safely in my car. The house was secluded, with a huge shed attached to the side that held a boat and some old cars. I parked half in and half out of the shed to cast some shade over where the dog and I planned to nap. His tenants came out of the house to drive into town, and saw me parked in their shed. They did not come over.
The male had shoulder length, dirty blonde dreadlocks and a plain but questioning face. The kind that always looked confused, or deep in thought about something they couldn’t quite figure out. The female had dark brown hair, with a fringe cut squarely across her forehead. She was faceless, blurred. I could see them looking over at me curiously, but did not bother me as they thought I was probably asleep. My heart was thumping in my chest. After I saw their car disappear, I quickly moved out of the shed and parked my car and the trailer on the nature strip a little way down from the house. I was inexperienced with reversing with a trailer, and ended up half on the road. In my delirium, I found this was adequate and proceeded to go to sleep.

Some time passed.

When I awoke a short time later, I found myself surrounded by a mob of people. Their angry faces were surrounding my car windows from every angle, cupping their hands around their eyes to shield the sun and aid their vision. They couldn’t see me, but my windows were clear. The mob was fronted by the male and the female from eariler, who were upset about me parking on the road. I proceeded to move my car, sure not to hit anyone in the process. Once parked, I exited the car with my hands in front of my face, pleading apology. After they heard my story they invited me inside as they were having a few people over for a party. This is when X appeared.
Together we went inside the house and they crossed the room to sit on the black futon that was folded up against the wall. We stood lingering in the doorway. The male lit up a rolled cigarette that had been laced with some marijuana, motioning it in my direction with a nod of his head. An invitation. I crossed the room and took a seat next to them, taking the rollie and helping myself to a few puffs. After regarding me from across the room, X moved to sit opposite me. Leaving just enough room to make it obvious he didn’t want to be near me. I was instantly angry, and new it showed on my face. I asked X to please come join me on the couch. Begrudgingly, X got up, moved around the coffee table and plonked next to me like a belligerent child.

Some time passed.

I hadn’t smoked anymore since the initial light up. The male however, was sitting next to me high as a kite. He nuzzled down in the futon and closer to me, rubbing his face into my shirt and up the side of my breast, inhaling deeply. He gruffly and breathlessly exclaimed that I smelled good. At this same moment, I felt the females hand slip underneath me between my lower back and the seat of the futon. She bunched my shirt up with her fist. The male was still next to me, writhing, becoming intoxicated by my smell and was starting to get carried away. I looked at X sitting next to me, my eyes pleading at him for help, unable to speak from shock and fear. X was looking back into my eyes with panic, unsure of what to do to help me. At this point, the male was grinding up against me and the weight of their combined bodies were starting to push me down into the couch. It was hard to breathe, I could smell their sweat. Suddenly my clothes were being torn from my body. Everyone in the room stopped to watch, curious as to what the entertainment was and I was helpless. My eyes tore away from the scene befalling me and looked to Xs' face, but he looked away. I saw Xs' jaw clench under his beautiful skin. There was a sudden and sharp pain between my legs and then everything became muffled, numb. The female was cackling, an insane laughter that rung in my ears loud and clear as day, but at the same time muffled, as if from a great distant. As the male took me as his own, I once again looked up at X. This time he was looking at me, looking down at me, his face strained. With shaking hands and quick movements, X angrily shoved the male out of the way and took me for himself. The cackling stopped, my vision became a pinhole, focused solely on him.

I was screaming.

I found the strength to move, to force X off me and I ran. I grabbed my car keys and ran as hard as I could away from X. Away from them. X seemed to realise what he had done, and came streaming after me calling my name into the air. Pleading, crying and crawling along the ground at my feet. X had cornered me against a wall, my fingernails bleeding and breaking at my efforts to get away.

Some time passed.

We find ourselves back in the house with them. Everyone else has left. They are in the bed, awaiting me to accept their invitation. I decline, scared and wanting to leave. This offends them, and as a retaliation, they invite X instead. X accepts. I busy myself with trying to find my tattered clothes that have since been strewn around the house. Occasionally I hear a giggle, and her face will emerge from the sheets, wondering how much it will take before I crack.