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  • During my junior year in high school and one unsupervised night at my house, some friends came over to hang out and watch movies. There was Daniel, Jennifer, Jack and myself. The three of them were drinking vodka with coke (when you are teenagers that is exactly what it is) and I was nursing a glass of water.

    As the night progressed, and to the surprise of no one, Daniel and Jennifer decided to make more use of the parent-less night. Jack and I were good friends, who saw each other as siblings, so I knew that we could just go talk in my room. As we walked to my bedroom, he mentioned something about wanting to be able to go home to sleep in his own bed, but Daniel was his ride.

    My room had a very large window, and the light from the backyard lit up the space just enough to keep sight, but not enough to keep anyone up all night. In the dimly lit room, we laid there on my bed laughing and talking. We made jokes about what was going on in the living room -their sexual adventure was inevitable. Daniel had liked Jennifer since grade school, and Jennifer had not had a boyfriend since dating my ex-boyfriend the summer before our junior year.

    In a moment of silence, Jack rolled over on top of me and pinned me down. He sat on my stomach with one hand holding my right arm down and one of his knees holding my left arm down. There was a pinch of pain in both of my arms and it increased with every second. My gut began to tighten.

    His eyes were wide open, he seemed lost, desperate, in an internal panic. Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He flipped the knife open and held it to my throat. When I felt the knife against my skin, the pain from my arms went away, and my gut became to calm.

    With the blade pressed against my throat, his fear driven eyes looked into mine and said, "I could kill you right now."

    I looked back into his eyes and replied with confidence, "If that's how it goes, then that's how it goes."

    As we stared into each others role of the moment, he pressed the knife a little harder. I could feel the edge of the blade make an indention in my skin and if pressed any further my neck would begin to become two halves. My breath remained calm, steady, my eyes fixed on his emotional turmoil. His breath was fast, shallow.

    Moments passed.

    He finally closed his eyes and managed to take a deep breath, released the knife from my neck, threw it on the floor and his body fell on top of me. We stayed in silence.

    He fell asleep clinging to my body throughout the rest of the night; I on my back with him curled up beside me with his arms around me. I watched him as he slept. As the night moved forward from that moment, I managed to fall asleep as well.

    The next morning, we both woke up to the daylight entering the room and our clothes covered in sweat. I looked at Jack. His friendly demeanor had returned. He smiled at me. We got out of bed, and went into the living room. Daniel and Jennifer were getting ready to leave. Daniel asked Jack, if he wanted to stop and get breakfast before he took him home.

    Jack stood by the back door and replied, "You don't have to take me home, I'm just going to hop the backyard fence and walk."

    I stood in my living room watching both parties get ready to depart. Daniel and Jennifer left through the front door.

    Jack walked over to me. Hugged me and said, "Thank you."

    As he left through the backyard, I went back into my room, looked out my window to watch him climb the fence.
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