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One of the glasses in my hand shattered as it fell to the ground. I could feel my heart pumping incredibly fast. My head began pounding and I felt sick to my stomach.
"Oh my, are you alright?"
I was snapped out of my thoughts as he spoke. I nodded my head pretending not to be affected as I began to pick up the broken glass.
"Ah don't use your hands you might—"
Before he could finish I had scratched my hand with the glass.
Every bit of my body was telling me to get out of here yet I didn't want to make it so obvious.
The man now with a name had hopped over the bar and grabbed onto my hand.
"Doll stop."
I let go of the glass and he took it out of my hand.
He dumped it in a nearby garbage before taking my hand to examine it.
"It slipped," I mumbled out staring at the blood falling from my hand.
He took in a shaky breath before helping me up off the ground.
Something about that name made me feel sick. Not only the name but this man himself was completely off yet I couldn't figure out what.
I let him guide me out of the bar and down another hallway. Eventually, we entered a room and he pushed me against a couch. He left the room and returned with a medical kit.
When I finally looked down at my hand I noticed a large wound across it.
He opened up the kit and grabbed onto my other hand.
"This will sting a bit."
He dumped a bit of alcohol onto my hand and I bit the inside of my cheek in pain. He squeezed my hand a bit tighter before wiping it and slowly bandaging it.
I leaned back on the couch my head drifting off into space.
Where had I heard this name before? I knew I had heard it somewhere it was at the tip of my tongue yet I couldn't remember.
"Y/N."
My eyes fluttered down towards him. My hand was now covered but still bleeding quite a bit.
"I'm sorry I've caused you much trouble tonight," I mumbled.
He shook his head in response rubbing soft circles on my hand.
"Darling you couldn't possibly be responsible for how those men acted. It's not your fault so don't blame yourself."
I nodded my head in response and he finally let go of my hand.
"Will you be alright driving home?"
I glanced down at my hand. The cut was really large and it hurt like a bitch but I had no intentions of having someone else take me home especially him.
"Yes, I'll be alright thank you."
He helped me up off the couch and examined my hand one last time.
"I'll walk you out."
I nodded my head in response and he took me back to the front of the club.
All the drunks had finally been rid of and the club had shut down for the night. Most of my co-workers were already leaving when we left the club. My car wasn't too far yet he walked me the whole way there.
Once we finally reached my car I took out the keys.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" He asked once more.
"Yes, it's alright."
He hummed in reply and lightly ruffled my hair.
"Have a good night miss."
"Good night," I mumbled quietly as I watched him walk back to the club.
I opened up my car and settling inside it was finally time to return home.
When I got home I had dropped down on my bed. My hand hurt a lot and my head was back to aching.
I brought my non-injured hand to my forehead and gripped it tightly.
Sleep that's all I needed. It didn't matter if I couldn't remember who he was or if I knew him.
I let out a small whimper and lay in bed hoping to eventually fall asleep.
