Abi decided that she needed a holiday after her breakup. It was not her choice; in fact, she got dumped, but she did try to persuade her Dutch partner to give things another try. She had gone to see him at his place in a nearby city about an hour away by train. It was their first weekend together, as they were doing long distance, so she was thrilled to see him. He was exactly her type; tall, blond, blue-eyed and fit. Plus, he had a lovely personality so she found herself easily beginning to fall in love with him. Abi had a lovely time, and her attraction grew even stronger as the trip continued. On the first night, they went out for a romantic dinner and afterwards made passionate love many times throughout the night. They went to see a dance show the next day, followed by a meal at his. Of course, they had sex again, and enjoyed breakfast together the next morning. He had even bought her a present which was a pleasant surprise and even that added to his charm.
She went over the events of her visit as she tried to understand where things had gone wrong, but nothing stood out to her.
Why the gift if he was not happy with me?, Abi pondered. He did try to reassure her that it was not her fault, and that there was nothing wrong with her; it was simply he did not believe they were compatible. Regardless, Abi continued to feel like she was the reason. Heartbroken and devastated, she decided that it was time to go away for a few days. Lick her wounds, and feel alive again.
A few weeks had passed since the unexpected breakup. Abi had spent most of her free time crying. She spent a lot of time looking in the mirror at her petite figure, big beautiful nose, full lips and kinky hair as she mourned her latest failed relationship. “Why does it always happen to me? What am I doing wrong? Am I not pretty enough?” she questioned, unsure of the answers. Abi decided It was time to find herself, and embark on a journey of self-discovery, get out of her comfort zone and go on a solo trip. Abi booked some time off of work the first opportunity she could, and off she went to Portugal. Maybe this will make her happy. She was up for anything, and just needed to feel alive and euphoric.
When she arrived in Portugal, Abi immediately loved it. Warm weather, bright blue sky as far as her eyes could see, white gated homes and colourful apartment complexes that made her city in the U.K. look even more boring and grey. The hostel Abi booked was a three-star hostel by the beach; it was cheap with basic amenities and had a lot of other guests around Abi’s age. It was perfect. Her room was small, and it had seven bunk beds, all of them occupied by surfers, backpackers and remote workers. She settled into the bed next to the veranda, and at night she could hear the waves from the ocean. It was serene, and it was just what she needed.
On the first day, Abi walked around in a tank top, a skirt and flip-flops. She bought groceries, met other guests, and became acquainted with a few of them. Later, she went to the beach to enjoy the sun before calling it a day. Despite having a relaxing day by herself, she wanted more. She wanted to feel the excitement the small beach town had to offer, forget her problems and live a little. While in bed that night, she downloaded a dating app, swiped for a while and gained a few matches before falling asleep.
On day two, Abi woke up knowing she had to make her trip a lot more exciting. She wanted to explore the nearby towns and beaches and so far and it had not been particularly fascinating. Abi had breakfast with other guests in the breakfast room before they left for surfing. Some of them had invited her to join them, but she cannot swim, let alone surf, so she politely declined. Besides, she had her plans for that evening, with her first date in Portugal.
His name was Tom. Tom was lean and tall, average looking, and pale for someone who lived in a warm country. He had a very dull voice that gave the impression that he didn’t like talking too much, but Abi decided he was good for one date, she was only looking for an adventure after all. They had met at a small bar not far from her hostel and talked while sipping drinks. Everything was going fine, until Tom asked if she would like to smoke weed with him as they had almost finished their drinks. Abi hesitated; she was not a smoker, but she agreed. Abi suggested to smoke on the cliff while they watch the sunset, referring to the place she had visited earlier, and Tom knew where she meant. As they walked to his car, Abi began to get skeptical but pushed her doubts aside.
Abi jumped into his car, and waited as Tom got out to meet the dealer. For a moment, it crossed Abi’s mind that he might be a human trafficker, and she wondered if he was meeting someone to sell her. Tom began heading back towards the car a few moments later. She felt a slight panic when he got into the car empty-handed. Abi held her breath as he reached into his pocket and brought out a bag of weed. She let out a huge sigh of relief, and her worries began to diminish.
The view from the cliff was breath-taking. Abi could see why it was popular amongst tourists, and the sunset was spectacular, just like she had imagined. They found a spot close to the edge and sat down. It was windy even though it was a warm summer evening. Abi watched the sunset and listened to the sound of the waves crashing onto the rocks below. At that moment, her life seemed as perfect as the view. She thought of the sunsets back in her home country, which made her smile. “Are you okay” Tom asked Abi as he noticed her smile. “Yes, I am” she replied, looking up at the face of the man sat next to her, suddenly wishing she were alone to enjoy the moment uninterrupted. Tom took the weed, and began to grind.
They continued chatting. Tom told her that he was a regular smoker as he lit the blunt and took a long satisfying drag. He added that he was South African and had moved to Portugal with his parents when they bought their retirement home there. He passed the joint to Abi, and she too took long a drag as she thought about how stiff and dull Tom was, and hoping that this would loosen him up a bit. She felt terrible for being judgmental, especially since he was being so friendly and she even appreciated his presence to some degree. Abi had only tried weed once a while back with a close friend in the security of her home, but this time was different. She had convinced herself that it was okay to do it on her holiday. Abi Inhaled and felt a tingling sensation in her head. She coughed a little and inhaled again before handing it back over to Tom. She felt a little dizzy but did not want to seem like a baby, especially not after only a few drags, so she pretended to feel nothing. They continued smoking, talking and passing it it back and forth until Tom’s words began to sound muffled. At last, she was high and happy; even if for just a short time.
The blunt was reaching the end of its life when he handed it over to Abi for the last time. She felt woozy after the last drag and a strong gust hit her face hard as if to wake her up. Abi suddenly felt she needed to lay down, and told Tom she wished to go home. “Okay” he replied, with a slight grin that made her suspicious. She wondered why she was so high. The weed felt different from the last time, which made her paranoid that the marijuana was spiked. She tried to get up but couldn’t. Tom helped her up as her eyes went dark from the sudden movement. She felt her head spinning and realised she was totally out of it as she tried to gain her balance. As she moved, her dress got stuck on dried twigs. She leaned over to set herself free but started tipping forward to the edge of the cliff, unable to stop herself. Tom yanked her away from the cliff just in time. “Oh my god! You almost fell over!” Tom shouted. He asked Abi if she could walk. She nodded, even though she knew that was a lie. The ground looked so far away, which made her stomp her feet.
Now, Abi could barely open her eyes, and Tom’s face and words were blurry. Tom informed her he would take her to the hostel as they stumbled to his car.
Abi asked Tom to roll the windows down. He refused, but said it was better to have the air conditioner on. His car windows were tinted, so she began to feel even more disorientated as she could not see anything outside the car. Tom’s phone rang, which startled Abi. He began to talk, but the words did not make sense. She glanced over at him when she heard him laugh for the first time. He was staring at her, and Abi felt there was a darkness to his eyes which contrasted to the cute glances he was shooting her earlier.
“Yes, I have the bitch” a voice stated. Abi tried to pry her eyes open, and looked over at Tom, surprised at what she just heard.
“What, what did you say?” Abi stammered, now even more disorientated.
“You should shut the fuck up bitch. I do not want to hear your stupid voice anymore” Tom’s voice exclaimed, ringing in Abi’s ears.
“Let me out! Let me out!” screamed Abi as she unsuccessfully tried to open the car door.
“Don’t be stupid!” shouted Tom, this time sounding vexed. Abi felt tears beginning to stream down her cheeks, as she gained back her consciousness. She looked out and seen a desolate, dusty road stretched out in front of her. Suddenly, she seemed far from her hostel, the beach, and the town where she felt so at home. She could not recognise anything. Abi screamed as she realised what was happening. Tom had kidnapped her.
She pleaded for him to let her go as she attempted another escape.
“Why would I do that, you dummy?” said Tom’s voice in a degrading voice Abi knew all too well. Suddenly, she felt her head hit the dashboard. Disoriented, she squeezed her eyes shut and realised the reality of her situation. Tom had spiked her, and was a trafficker. Her life was over.
Suddenly, Abi felt a comforting warm glow fall over her. She opened her eyes slowly, and once her eyes had adjusted to the sun, she realised she was in a strange bedroom with a glass door, overlooking a massive pool and a golf course.
“Look who’s awake” said a comforting voice from the other side of the room. Abi winced and held her throbbing head as she struggled to sit up. She touched her forehead and felt a deep cut. As she looked about for the source of the voice, she saw Tom. He put his book down and got up from his chair to help her.
“You hit your head yesterday while I was driving” Tom explained, “you did not have your seat belt on. We are at my place by the way, and my parents are upstairs. You were too fucked to remember your address, and then you passed out, so I had no choice but to bring you back here”.
“So, you did not kidnap me?” Abi muttered “what about what you said in the car?”
Tom looked at Abi as he sat down next to her, perplexed at her question.
“What? No! I didn’t kidnap you. I tried to get you to tell me your address but you had passed out. I had to bring you here to make sure you were ok, and carried you in from the car. At some point, I became anxious and almost left you on the street, but I had second thoughts” Tom explained, while passing on a glass of water.
“Wow. I am so sorry, I should have told you I don’t smoke weed, but I didn’t want to be boring” Abi replied, embarrassed at the whole ordeal. She took a huge gulp of water and instantly felt more alive.
“Was I…screaming?” she asked as she handed back the glass.
“You were talking loudly but you weren’t making sense” Tom explained, “you were having a trip!” he added.
Abi realised at that moment how lucky and reckless she had been. She freshened up, and spent the day with Tom. She let him please her to make it up to him. Later, he offered to take her back to her hostel.
“I am sorry I suggested weed, I just assumed you smoke. It is all my fault” he said.
“No!” Abi contested, “I am sorry. I am the worst Tinder date ever!” Abi laughed as they got into the car. They drove to her hostel. Abi thanked him and kissed him on the cheek, got out and staggered to her room and climbed straight into bed.
The next morning, she saw a message from Tom checking how she was and offered to take her to lunch. Surprised to hear from him at all, she replied and thanked him for taking care of her when he could have done anything while she was vulnerable but politely declined another date.
Abi was happy to be safe and alive. She decided there and then that it was worth being careful. She did not need to meet up with strange men to have a good time. She was instead going to spend some time alone, think about her life, make friends at the hostel, and feel euphoric; without meaningless hook-ups.
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