Into oblivion

I saw stars

TW- S/A and attempted rape

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Lights, smoke, sweat. Those are the one and only key factors my body is capable of understanding right now. There's simply nothing beyond the skull shattering music everyone is dying to get more of, me on the other hand, I'm set on trying to keep my rattling brain inside of my head. His clubs will do that to a person, one second it's a Friday and the next you're stumbling out mid day on a Monday barely remembering your name or the people you came with.

It's like you can feel it, even now as I try to move past these drenched bodies, his name, unspoken but lingering close by like a paranoid ghost. This empire of his, built on darkness alone with the help of the devil himself. Except that part's debatable, because how could the devil be of any help when he is it himself. Being born rich has it's perks. After all, you can sell your soul a lot faster by personally knowing your bidder since kindergarten.

This bloody place is packed to the brim. I had to wait forty minutes to get in only to wish I hadn't been allowed to enter in the first place-

"Could you fucking watch-"a man spins round yelling over with such force that his neck veins bulge out against his red skin. His alcohol drenched breath on the other hand needs no extra attention in noticing. At first his brows are tightly nestled together, forehead scrunched with nothing but hatred swaying across his face. But then like second nature, his focus sets onto me, or better my body. My disgust quickly rises, he's no longer angry, he's just an ordinary, drunk, man.

"Sorry I didn't mean that" I try to tell him but his eyes have left mine way before I even spoke. They're too busy wondering an unexplored thing he would have no trouble in claiming his. I'm wearing nothing but a shirt and joggers, still a smirk plays at his lips as if he could see right through these clothes. It's disgusting. There's no limit, no clothing a man will stop at to try and do what he wants, excuses however, well there's plenty of those. 'Her shirt was too tight' he'd say or 'well no one goes out wearing that if they're not looking for attention', 'but she looked at me', 'she smiled at me'. Right now I've simply bumped into him and yet he's looking at me like I've stripped naked, there's no escape.

I swallow a lump in my throat and back away before anything could happen. I came here for one reason and one reason only so let's just get it over and done with.

I look around the club until his light purple jacket comes into view. My heart drops to the very pit of my empty stomach. Acid rises up my tight throat, suddenly the churning in my guts feels like knifes rather than nausea. I don't know how he manages to make me feel sicker each time I see him but I guess it's because there's just far too many reason not to be. I know what he is, what he's capable of, and yet he's as pure as it gets in everyone else's eyes. He stands there, swaying side to side with his hands gripping onto my sister.

Everything in me is telling me to just leave this alone, disappear, but instead my legs move towards them both. I can't let him do what he does to me, she doesn't deserve that.

No one does.

"Rayan" My voice comes out strong. The exact opposite of how I truly feel but I'm tired of it all.

My sisters eyes meets mine. They widen in shock as she backs away from him "Oh shit" she gasps laughing with her smudged lipstick on her lips. Rayan finally reacts to her, spinning to see what has this idiot I'm related to is grinning at so much.

"Let go of her and go home" I simply state. 

He stares at me confused however, as if it was the stupidest thing he's ever heard in his entire life. Belle pushes her face into his arm muffling more laughters.