Well, last weekend was interesting....
I feel stupid because I feel like I only blog about weekends and stuff...but I have no life so there is nothing that goes on in between weekends. So...
Well, anyway, last Friday I went to the bar, (of course) to hang with Kevin, because we decided we were going to give everything a try and see where it leads. So, I'm at the bar, and an old friend comes up to me and says hello.
Uhm, I haven't SEEN this friend in, like, 5 YEARS. The last time I saw him, I was dating Curtis, and he, Brayden, and I had a house and were VERY happy. This friend (I'll call him Taylon. Because that is, in fact, his name) kept asking me out and of course, I kept shooting him down. Because, I wasn't going to ruin a perfectly good relationship to go out with some guy that i met at Church. CHURCH, MIND YOU.....
Well, Taylon and I got to talking, and he bought me some drinks before Kevin got to the bar. I didn't want to drink too much that night, and I kept telling Taylon that, but NOOOOO. The drinks kept on coming. And he made SURE I was drinking them.
Well, anywho, Kevin showed up at the bar FINALLY. We talked a bit, and then we went outside together so he could smoke and we could talk with other friends who were also outside. After a while, it got pretty chilly out, so Kevin said to me,
"Melissa, seriously, it's cold out here and you're not wearing a coat. Neither am I, otherwise I'd give you mine. But really, you're shivering. You need to be inside. I'll be in there in a few minutes."
Just like Kevin-Always protective of me. (Why?)
SOOOO, I go back inside, and, mind you-I hadn't SEEN Taylon since Kevin showed up at the bar, and I assumed he left. But NOOO. He was still in the bar, not even talking to me or hanging around me. But yet he walks up to me with a drink in his hand. He held it out to me and said,
"Hey. I got you this while you were outside."
Which SHOULD have been a red flag. But Taylon was a FRIEND of mine. So I didn't even think twice about it. So I drank it.
BOOM! The next thing I remember is waking up on my couch the next morning, with my shoes on but my socks were missing. My belt was twisted up and on backwards. I wasn't wearing a bra. But yet my shirt was on. Backwards. I had a big cut on the inside of my hand, and bruises all over my hips.
I thought to myself, "How the fuck did I get home? What happened last nigth? I wasn't even drunk last night. I paced myself pretty well."
So I thought about texting Kevin to say, "What the hell happened last night?"
But just as I was about to send that text message, Adam called me.
"What happened to you last night? You left pretty early. It was, like, 12:30 when you guys left."
"I don't know. I was about to text Kevin and ask him what the hell happened last night."
Pause. "Uh...do you remember anything from last night?"
"I remember everything up until Taylon handed me a drink last night at about 11. Then I remember nothing. I have no idea what happened. Why? What did I do?"
Another pause. "Uhhhhhh....I don't know how to tell you this, but.....you didn't leave with Kevin last night."
"What?" At this point, I was realy confused.
"Do you remember ANYTHING from last night?"
"No. I remember bits and pieces of a really crazy dream that I had last night. Or this morning. Whatever."
"What was the dream?"
"Um, I had a dream that I was at someone's house with Taylon. We were standing in the bedroom, and I remember being in the bathroom trying to put my belt back on, and I remember being in the car with him driving over the bridge, and that's it. But I wasn't really there. I was, like, above my body watching myself be there. But that's all I remember."
"Oh...Well, I don't think that was a dream. I think that really happened. Was he wearing a cowboy hat?"
"Last night? Yeah."
"Oh. I saw you leave the bar with him last night. You were hanging on to him pretty good. Actually, it looked like he was hanging on to YOU, like you couldn't walk. That's kind of weird, because I didn't see you drink that much last night, and then all of a sudden, you were extremely drunk."
"I had maaybe 4 beers last night, and that drink that Taylon bought me. That was it."
"You didn't have any shots?"
"Did he put something in your drink?"
"I don't know."
"Did you have sex with him?"
"I don't remember. I must have, though, because my bra is missing, and my belt is on backwards. But I still don't know where these bruises came from."
So.....yeah. We talked about it, and then laster that day, I walked to Adam's house, and kind of freaked out because I couldn't walk in a straight line. And I kept stumbling. It was like I couldn't even hold myself up. I was STILL out of it at 7:00 that night.
So, I don't actually KNOW if I got roofied, but I bet I did. Adam and I talked about it, and he said it was about that time LAST YEAR when his friend Amanda got roofied also. And I know Taylon went through my phone that night because I had his number in my phone, and when I went to call him the next day to ask him What the hell? His number wasn't in my phone anymore.
I don't even know how I feel about this whole thing. If Taylon DID put a roofie in my drink, I feel a little...ashamed....and REALLY confused.....because Taylon was a FRIEND. I met him at CHURCH FOR GOD SAKES! I don't understand why he did that.
Then he apparently left town the next day and no one has seen of heard from him since. Somebody was telling me that he doesn't even live here in town anymore and that he only comes back to town every couple months, and it seems like THAT'S when girls start getting roofied.
IDK....I guess there's nothing I can do about it because I can't PROVE that I was roofied, and even if I could, I couldn't PROVE that he was the one that did it. I feel very violated.
It's something that you always hear about, but you say to yourself, "It would never happen to me."
And it's certainly not something that you would EVER think a FRIEND would do to you.