Girl Seduced (The Girl Interrupted Trilogy Book #1) by Danika Steel

isn’t like you…”
    “Look, Sabrina.”  I knew that Sabrina was right and that this was not something I should be doing. If it was anyone else, I would be the one lecturing them about needing to get help. But it was just SO easy to get my work done and it felt SO good – everything felt so good.  Brushing my hair felt like a three hour massage.  How could I possibly explain this and not sound like an addict?  Can you become an addict after using a drug once or twice?  I was tired of questions and didn’t care.  I just wanted her to find me more of that drug.  For whatever reason, I just wasn’t in a mood to care.  I mean, this was Sabrina.
    And that’s how I began my friendship with Kenneth.  He was a “Hop and a jump” away, anytime I had $150 to spare and a paper to write…or I just wanted a good laugh.  He was sort of a dork on campus and no one really knew him and he always seemed to have a way to find places where no one would see us talking.  I could easily slip him money and he would easily give me more of “my medicine”, as I began to call it. 
    Even though I had been told to find a therapist, no one ever really followed up with me and I never went to a therapist.  I thought a lot about that night, but I thought more about getting my work done.  And how I could get more of what Kenneth had to offer.  I wasn’t thinking in the least about therapy.  Like I really wanted to talk to anyone about stopping one of the most enjoyable things I had ever experienced.  I could picture it…
    “Hi.  My name is Jasmine Stanton.  I was gang raped by seven unknown guys while I was high on meth and it was the most enjoyable feeling I’ve ever known.  I can’t wait to get high the minute I leave this office.”  I couldn’t imagine how a therapist would turn that situation into anything that would work in my favor.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
    It was a normal Saturday afternoon and fall was starting to waft into the air.  The leaves were turning colors, the airs was becoming crisp with the hint of winter coming, and school was about to be in full swing.  Stepping outside my apartment, I could smell cool air for the first time this year and knew that this was the beginning of my favorite time of year.  I had almost made it through my first year of college with an average GPA. Never having been an average student, this didn’t settle well with me and I was consistently trying harder, but the harder I tried, nothing changed.  Not the best, but it was college. (At least that’s what I told myself.) 
      One professor in particular, Professor Diffie, and I had become very close. He wasn’t my English professor – he taught several humanities courses and I had taken his sociology course.  However, he had a dry, unique sense of humor that most people didn’t understand.  I understand him well and enjoyed going to his class every day. 

He had a friend on the Memphis paper who promised me an internship when I was finished with my degree and I could hardly wait.  Professor Diffie was one of the few professors on campus who truly respected hardworking students and didn’t expect anything in return.  He wasn’t a womanizer – in fact, a lot of the students talked about him being gay.  I simply saw him as someone who dressed the same every day and who enjoyed his privacy.  And, if he was gay, it wasn’t really my business.  He was very nice to me and I was glad to have someone besides Sabrina to confide in.  Someone with less emotional baggage and fewer boundaries. 
    Sabrina was really the only friend I had and it seemed like college had somehow torn the relationship that we had always had right down the middle. I had known her since third grade at Eastside Elementary.  We met on the bus going home from school and a really big, nasty looking girl was picking on me because of my backpack and Sabrina, who didn’t even know me, defended me, ran off the bully, and we had