Kayleigh Keasley, 25, from Milton Keynes, needed a safe place to stay after a night on the town – only a mate’s offer meant she slept in a house of horrors…
Choosing a dress for the evening, Iknew I had a night of celebrations ahead of me.
With everything planned for quite a while, going to a friend’s house for their birthday, before heading to Revolution and then seeing where the night would go, I’d been added into a group chat on Facebook with 30 people.
If you want to have some drinks at mine, you can, my friend Joel* messaged –inviting me to predrinks back in December 2019.
Knowing roughly half of the group, the party was in full swing with plenty of drinking games.
Only, there was a certain person in particular who didn’t fit in with the group.
‘Hey Kayleigh, how’s it going?’ Craig, a familiar voice, said as I poured another drink.
I actually felt quite sorry for him
Having spoken to Craig at previous parties, even staying at his house one time in the past when I couldn’t get home safely, we were platonic –we’d only ever spoken at a party environment when certain friends were around.
He was friendly enough, but I’d always thought that he didn’t really belong in the group.
Alot of the other lads were out on a mission to get girls, whereas Craig wasn’t like that at all.
If anything, I felt a little bit sorry for him.
Speaking on and off for the night, everyone else seemed to be in high spirits as we all headed into Milton Keynes to carry on the celebrations.
Having a little drama with one of my other friends as we entered one of the nightclubs, at roughly 1am, one of the bouncers wouldn’t let me back inside.
And from then on, I didn’t have much of a plan.
Knowing that it was probably best for me to go home, I started to think about how exactly I might get there.
‘I’m leaving now anyway,’ Craig said, standing outside of the club. ‘You can just get in the taxi and get it to drop you home –you’re only 10 minutes from me away.’
Oh perfect. I might even get afree taxi ride, I thought.
And bundling in the back of the taxi, it wasn’t long before Craig’s hands were all over my shoulders, trying to lean in.
It seemed odd that he was trying to kiss me and after trying to get him to stop for what felt like the 10th time, I just gave him a quick peck back – assuming he would finally get what he wanted and stop.
Only then, the taxi pulled up outside Craig’s house.
‘Can I just use your toilet quickly?’ I asked Craig, needing to go to the loo before the taxi dropped me home.
And knowing that the driver wouldn’t mind waiting, I quickly dashed inside.
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