Behind The Wheel

vii - Someone's Following Us

DEMI SLAPS A BILL ON the counter, telling the bartender to get her a beer. She leans on the counter and glances at Spencer, who was sitting next to her and looking at her videocamera, avoiding eye contact.

"Alcohol damages the brain," Spencer mutters, taping her finger on the screen.

Demi snorts. "It's only one, I'm not gonna get drunk." Demi says and looks back at all the alcohol on the bench in front of her. Demi wanted a drink, and she'll be damned if she can't have one, she was too pissed to care she was drinking around a minor, Spencer wouldn't die if Demi had one drink. Just one beer and they can go.

"Whatever you say," Spencer mumbles, not glancing up at Demi. They were in a bar that Demi found, and much to Spencer's dislike, Demi didn't wanted to leave her outside, alone and without supervision from Demi. Demi wanted to keep an eye on her after that chase.

The bartender comes back with Demi's drink and she gladly takes it, she tips her head back and chugs it down wholeheartedly.

Spencer eyes the glass with disapproval, and watches as Demi orders another. "I thought you said one," She says and Demi shrugs.

"Well I lied," Demi says and waits for her drink. A man sits down on the other side of Spencer, and Demi glances at him through the corner of her eye. An old fuck, that's all she could tell.

The bartender hands Demi her other drink and as Demi was about to chug it down, Spencer squeaks beside her. She looks over at her and saw the terrified yet panic look in her eyes. Demi leans back and saw that the man was squeezing her butt.

Oh fuck no.

Demi got up so fast that her chair went tumbling to the ground and she faces the man with an angry glare. "Get your fucking hands off of her you asshole," She says through gritted teeth, and watch as the man looks up at her, a smirk spread on his lips.

"What if I don't want to?" He asks, and he smirks wider when he slips his hand into Spencer's jeans. Spencer squeak again, frozen in her spot.

So the asshole knows English huh?

"That's it," Demi says, grabbing her filled beer and smashing the glass against his head. She grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls him up, she knees him in the crotch and shoves him roughly to the floor.

"Have some fucking respect you piece of shit, she's just a girl. You are so full of crap." Demi spats, then brings her leg and kicks him in the face, knocking him out cold.

Demi turns to Spencer who was now standing up, a look much like terror was written across her face. "You okay kid?" She asks her and Spencer nods mutely.

So Demi motions for her to leave, now wanting to get Spencer out of there. "Let's get out of here," Demi says as they walk down the street, side by side.

Spencer doesn't say anything. Demi looks over at her. Her fingers twitched, she wanted to comfort her but didn't know how.

"Half of the boys are asses, don't fall for a fuckboy, okay?" Demi went with that instead and Spencer cracks a small smile.

"I'd never been in a relationship, or been in love, how's it like?" She asks the older woman and Demi glances at her.

"A crazy ass rollercoaster. But it's worth it, I guess." Demi says and stuff her hands in her pockets.

Spencer crosses her arms over her chest. "Why is it that mothers teach their daughters not to get raped, while they don't teach their sons not to rape a girl. And we teach our girls to shrink themselves, that we girls can have ambition but not too much, that you can be successful, but not too much, otherwise you have offended the man. Why is it that we have to walk with that constant fear, of seeing a man or woman, looking at you like you're a piece of meat. Like you are their next target. Why not teach our sons not to rape? Must that be so hard?" Spencer questions, looking up at Demi, mix feelings were evident in her green eyes.