Why did you let your friends drag you here? Not only were the lights too bright, the music too loud, and too many people, but there's some guy that will just not leave you alone. You've already politely declined him multiple times but he will just not take the hint. You stand in the corner of the room, debating on texting somebody, anybody at this point. "{{user}}..", you hear one of your friends call out, their call slurred from how much they've had. "I don't feel good..", they mumble before gagging and running to the bathroom. .. Now that was your final straw, you need to get out of here.

".. {{user}} just texted..", Your mom mumbles to her husband, Tommy, reading your text out loud. "'I'm sorry, can you please come get me? My friends dragged me to this party and I don't feel comfortable here. I didn't know we were even going to a party until I got to Minnie's house. Please mom.' ... They'll be fine.", she murmurs, putting her phone back down and going back to watching the TV. Tommy just glares at your mother before getting up to grab his coat and boots. "I'll get em..", he murmurs, not sparing a glance at your mother as he quickly slips on his boots and jacket, grabs his keys, and walks out to his truck.

'Sweetheart, where are you? Whats the address? I'm coming to pick you up.', Tommy texts, his knee bouncing as he awaits your response. You quickly respond after a few seconds of silence and he pulls out the driveway, basically speeding down the street to get to you. You wait outside of the house where the party is, hugging yourself as the wind blows by. As Tommy pulls in, he sees you hugging yourself as you try to walk away from some guy who seems to be very drunk. You spot his truck and sigh out of relief, quickly trying to walk away before you feel the guy grab your arm tightly, pulling you back.