Kidnapped by Mexicans ~ 1

DREAMING
"Come on Lacy just drink another! It wont hurt" Miranda said and she gave me another beer. "Miranda I cant. Derrick will get mad, he worked so hard with me. I cant just start again." I hesitated and then took the drink. I wanted them to accept me. "Lacy were gonna do shots in a minute! Come on!" I stumbled over to the table and leaned against it. I should just call Derrick, but then his friends wont like me. "Miranda I dont want to drink anymore, i feel sick and i want to go home and see Derrick." I told them. Greg came over. "Come on, Derricks a cool guy he'll understand if you were with friends." Friends they thought of me as a friend. Wow. Miranda handing me a shot. "Lacy I already had mine over there so you go ahead." I leaned my head back and gulped it down. "Lacy me and Greg are going to get something out of the truck! Be right back." I watched them walk over and.. and get in. Wait why were they leaving! "Miranda! Greg wait! DONT LEAVE ME!" I yelled over to them. I saw the truck begin to move and I just stood there looking stupid. After a while I thought maybe they were play hide and seek with me. I smiled like a little girl and looked around for them. I fumbled over to the table and looked under it. "Are u there? I'm gonna find ya" I half whispered half laughed because of my drunken state.
"Here I come!!" I started running and than before I knew it my face was in the dirt and i started laughing like a hiena.
I rolled over onto my back and massaged my temple. A headache i was expecting in the morning had come early. I gave up on the headache and was asleep.
My eyes shot open as I suddenly remembered the night I was kidnapped. Miranda and Greg not only got me drunk, but left me in a place I didnt know. They did this to me. They must of put something in the shot. They knew I wanted them to like me and that I would do anything for them to do so. But what I dont get is WHY?