When Jake suggested they go to a party at his best friend's house, she agreed instantly. Everyone who mattered always went. As 'beer pong queen' Evie, she mattered.

"Evangeline, where're you going?" Her mom asked her, not looking up from the kitchen table.

Evie said innocently, "I'm sleeping over at Cassandra's house tonight, remember?"

Her mom pursed her lips, deep in thought. Truthfully, she could not remember Evie telling her that, but she nodded anyway. Her job stresses her; maybe she forgot. Besides, Cassie was a good girl, a successful school student, and a Christian who lived the faith. Evie could not go wrong with her.

Evie smiled as she shut her house door behind her. Cassie's credibility got her another night of booze and loud music. All she had to do was sleep at least four hours tonight and be ready to sing her heart out in choir at church tomorrow. She loved church, although she had been reluctant to join when her best friend, Cassie, pleaded with her to come. Sunday morning services were the highlight of her day. But enough of that; it was time for her to get her party on.

She changed in her car and drove to the venue. From a block away, she could hear the incessantly pounding music and feel her excitement growing.

As soon as she stepped in, the partygoers began to call out to her.

"Evie!" she heard a familiar voice call her.

"I thought you were a no-show," Jake slurred. Her boyfriend of a year held a beer bottle in each hand and looked handsome as ever.

"Like I would miss it," she said before chugging down half the contents of one bottle.

"That's my girl," he said before herding her upstairs.

"Where are we going? The beer pong's downstairs," she said, trying to turn around. Not that she didn't trust Jake; she came here to party.

"Hold on, chica. I want to show you something," he said before pushing her into a room and shutting the door.

She looked at the set-up and frowned, her eyes tracing the patterns on the one-foot-tall object opposite her.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked, perplexed.

"Yes, it is. My dad got it imported at my request, and I wanted to try it with you first," he said, wrapping his hands around her and moving her forward. She numbly followed him; she wasn't thinking. Her focus was on the Indian hemp that her boyfriend so casually displayed.

When the pipe was about to touch her lips, she was jolted back into reality. She quickly pushed him away and scurried back onto the bed. He turned to her in confusion.

"Jake, I can't do drugs. I'm Christian," she gasped out. He frowned.

"We drink all kinds of stuff all the time, even though we're not yet eighteen. Your Christianity does not say anything about that. What's the difference?" She opened her mouth to respond and shut it back immediately.

What was the difference? If she did all kinds of illegal and immoral stuff before now, what made this different?

She looked down at what she was wearing, disappointed in herself. If her mum saw her now, she'd be so mad. Her outfit left nothing to the imagination. Her gaze drew Jake's eyes to her body. A sly smile grew on his face as he crawled toward her.

He..he wouldn't. She was a virgin, and she had been resisting Jake's pressuring her to give it up. He could forcefully take it now. Her body began to tremble.

If God could forgive her and get her out of this situation, she would dump her double life and live for Him alone. Then suddenly, she remembered.

He didn't lock the door.

As he grabbed her leg, she kicked him and ran out of the room, out of the house, and into her car. She pulled out her keys from her skirt pocket and started the car, her hands trembling. As she drove at full speed to Cassie's place, she thought of all the sinful things she did while she claimed to be a Christian.

She pulled up in front of the house. Cassie was waiting there with a blanket and a box of tissues. Evie burst into tears and ran into her embrace.

"H-h-he tried to r-rape," she hiccuped, crying harder.

"Don't worry. Abba told me. I've got you," Cassie said. "But promise me something—no more raves."

Evie nodded. That was something besides God's love that she was sure of.

He forgave me. He's got me.

Those were her last thoughts before she slept in Cassie's warm embrace.

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