The Beat Goes On

Cherry met David at a party. David was 23 and told Cherry he was a drummer in a band. Cherry was 17 and told David she was 20.

He invited her over to his place, told her some friends were dropping by and they might jam. Impressed, Cherry said she would be there.

When she arrived the lights and the music were turned down low. David handed her a glass of something. It tasted like pineapple juice and she slurped it through the straw.

David took her around and introduced her to a few people. Everyone seemed to be smoking pot. David would have a toke at each little party. Cherry had never smoked pot; she didn’t really want to, but she wanted to impress this group of older more sophisticated people so she tried to pretend to smoke and not inhale.

She finished her drink just as David led her into his bedroom. An alarm sounded in the back of her mind but before she could react she was sitting on his bed. He pushed her hair from her cheek and kissed her like Cherry had never been kissed before. “None of the boys in high school kiss like this” she thought as David eased her back onto the bed. David kissed her neck and fondled her breasts. He placed his hand on her thigh and the room begun to spin.

“No” she said.

That was the last thing she remembered.

This picture is by Alistair Forbes, the host of Sunday Fiction.  He describes it as: This week’s photo is an object I had for Christmas from my sister. It is a speaker that attaches to the computer, and there is water in the bottom along with lights, and the water bounces in time with the beats in the music. Or notifications. Or startup. Or whatever else sound it decides to pick up. The little things sticking up, are actually the water jumping.

This picture is by Alistair Forbes, the host of Sunday Fiction. He describes it as:
This week’s photo is an object I had for Christmas from my sister. It is a speaker that attaches to the computer, and there is water in the bottom along with lights, and the water bounces in time with the beats in the music. Or notifications. Or startup. Or whatever else sound it decides to pick up. The little things sticking up, are actually the water jumping.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge of about 200 words based on the provided photograph. To read other stories click here.

If my title sounds familiar take a step back in time…The Beat Goes On

12 thoughts on “The Beat Goes On

  1. An interesting thing to consider the glass thingy as a drink with roofies. Poor cherry was to niave to be cautious around David. Sadly, there are some guys exactly like this.
    Great writing!

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  2. Excellent story. Sadly based on an all to often truth. I saw video, not long ago, where a guy did an experiment to just how easy it is to slip “something” into an unsuspecting person’s drink. Of course, for Cherry, that something was likely slipped into her drink before she had even arrived. Poor thing, she never should have gone to his home (and certainly not alone).

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