Bad Things Happen When You Get High with the Wrong Person

I was 20 years old when I first smoked weed. I started going to this one head shop in my neighborhood, because I thought they had better quality stuff. If I'm being totally honest, I only bought weed from them because I had a huge crush on their employee Josh. He was really cute, and I found myself becoming a regular customer. Everytime I went in, I would flirt with him, and he would flirt back. That's how we became friends. One night, when I went to the head shop to buy my usual bag, he asked me if I wanted to smoke it with him. I had no idea how to smoke out of a bong, so he volunteered to teach me. I followed him to his car, parked in the alley behind the store. We smoked and talked in his car for hours, laughing and having a great time. <br><br>After a while, we decided to get some food, and he offered to drive me to a nearby restaurant. We walked out of the alley, but when I didn't see his car, I asked where we were going. He told me it was back in the alley and that we had to walk through the head shop to get to it. I didn't think anything of it when he opened the back door to the store, and motioned for me to walk inside. When we were in the back room, he grabbed me and told me to be quiet. I struggled and tried to scream, but he had his hand over my mouth. He threw me to the ground, where I hit my head on the floor. Everything went black.<br><br>When I came to, I was in his car, driving down the street. He was telling me that he was going to take me back to my apartment, but he needed my keys to get in. I didn't know how I got there or how long I had been out, so I just gave them to him. When we got to my apartment, he helped me inside and told me to go to bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. <br><br>The next morning, I had the worst hangover. I couldn't remember anything from the night before. I had no idea how I had gotten home, and I didn't even remember going to the head shop. I tried calling Josh to see if he remembered anything, but he didn't answer. I was confused and a little worried, so I went to the head shop to look for him. I asked the manager where Josh was, and she told me he had quit a few days ago, without giving any explanation. I didn't understand, because we had just hung out the night before. I knew he didn't quit, because he definitely wasn't acting like he had a new job lined up. <br><br>I went home and fell asleep again. I was so hungover, I couldn't function. When I woke up that night, I didn't feel any better. I decided to take a shower to try and sober up. When I was in the shower, washing my hair, I noticed it was very matted. I tried to run my fingers through it, but there was something in the way. I got out of the shower to look in the mirror. There was a small piece of duct tape stuck in my hair. I tried to pull it out, but it hurt, so I got a pair of scissors and cut it out. <br><br>I found another piece of tape in my hair, and then I started looking for more. That's when I found the bruises on my wrists. There were red marks where the tape had been holding me down. I didn't know what had happened, but I knew it wasn't good. I went to the kitchen to see if I had any alcohol leftover, because I was suddenly very thirsty. When I opened the cabinet, I saw a note taped to the inside. It said "You were a bad bitch and you needed to be held down." The note was not signed, but there was a doodle of a bong at the bottom. <br><br>I knew right then and there it was Josh. I didn't know what to do, so I called my mom and told her everything. She picked me up and took me to the police. I showed them the note, and the bruises on my wrists. I filed a report and they told me they would look for him. I never heard anything about it again and to this day, I don't even know if they ever looked for him. I do know that the head shop is now closed, and I will never smoke weed again. <br><br>Josh, I don't know where you are, but let's not meet again.