Saverio

Part 3 - Awake

HONOR MAEVE

I stayed in a cafe for a while until I realised how long I had stayed there, it had already turned dark. I decided to leave since they were closing and I stumbled into a bar a couple miles North from my house.

I take my seat on one of the bar stools and place my bank card onto the bar pleading the bartender to give me a pint of vodka.

"Just vodka? That might be too strong for someone so small" I glare deep into his eyes.

He nods his head, walking away from me. I think that was his best decision.

I'm a mess. My hair is full of leaves and dirt. My knees are bruised, my mascara is all down my face.

I try to contain stability on the stool, but I'm so drained I can no longer think properly.

The bartender hands me the vodka, taking my card away to take the payment.

I stare down at my glass of vodka before I drink the whole pint. My throat starts to burn and my head begins to get dizzy. I lay my forehead into the palms of hands when I sense eyes on me.

I tilt my head to the side when I see the most finest man alive. Broad shoulders, muscular, tattoos that fall all down his body.

And his eyes... his gorgeous green eyes are looking right at mine. I would love to see those eyes all over my body.

We stare at each other for minute before he moves over to sit on the stool besides me. I lift my head up, taking in his sent.

"You look like shit" He mutters

I'm astounded. He's right, but nobody fucking tells me if I look like shit. I lean into him, moving my lips closer to his ear.

"Speak crap about me again and I'll suck your dick off" I whispered. I stand up from my seat, waiting to get my card back.

The bartender returns, handing me my card

"I'm sorry. I've tried your card multiple times and it continues to decline. Have you got any other payment methods?"

My fucking father.

He's most likely taken all the access of my card away from me. Prick.

"My tab. She'll use my tab" The bartender nods and walks away.

I look over at the man sat next to me. He stands up, towering over me. Shivers run down my arms and my heart begins to pound.

He lowers his head down to me, whispering in my ear, "Brave of you to say. But truth is... I wouldn't mind tearing a small mouth like yours apart"

He walks away, heading outside.

Fucking bastard. I follow him outside to were he opens his car door.

His Lamborghini car door.

Who the fuck does he think he is!

I walk towards the door, slamming it shut as I stood underneath him, inches away from his face. He tilts his head to the side, grabbing something from his back pocket.