On a plane with Ian Somerhalder (#2 ; With Ian Somerhalder)

7. In and Out of sleep

"- what the hell are you doing here?" I heard myself whisper harshly, looking around the club for the nearest exit route in panic.

The man's eyes before me grew wide with anger. He looked around the crowd of people, all turned towards us.
I guessed I wasn't whispering after all.

His hand grabbed my arm, clenching it to brink of pain and dragged me to a dark corner, out of the view of others.

"David! Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to shove away from his tight grip.

It seemed that I was more drunk than I thought, but that didn't stop the fear that kept growing at the base of my spine. Within seconds, I was in panic mode. It seemed that it was only then I actually realized what was happening.
David.
David, the ex boyfriend who had hit me out of rage to the point where I had to stay in a hospital for a week. The guy who I had known, or thought I had known, for all of a year before he showed me his true self.
But I wasn't vulnerable, nor was I weak. The moment he laid hands on me, I knew I wouldn't ever let him touch me again, even if it was over my dead body.
It had been nearly two years since I had seen him, and it was all too soon.

David's arm tightened over my arm, and when I tried to pull my hand away, he grabbed my wrist. That was when I heard a subtle crack. I was numb to the pain, that if it was another time, I would've felt.
The self defensive mechanism I had built over the years finally seemed to kick in, and I finally got ahold of my thoughts. Pure clarity entered my mind as I viewed the situation out of my point of view. I was being dragged, out of the club and into the dark night, onto an even darker alley. I had heels on, so I was struggling to walk at his speed, but I could use my heels to my advantage.
My right hand came up forming a fist, and within the time of a blink, I had punched his nose.
But it wasn't strong enough to knock him down.
David pushed me against the wall, slapping my face and pulling my hair.
I didn't make a sound other than the involuntary whimpers of pain.

"You stupid bitch!" He screamed, pulling my hair harder as I felt each of the nerves exploding at the pain.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, my voice coming out louder than I expected it to. I brought my knee up, hitting his groin and stabbing his foot with the sharp heel of my shoe.
He growled in pain, momentarily releasing me. That was all the time I needed. I swerved to the right and ran into the light, yelling as I heard David's ragged breathing and footsteps behind me. However, my escape was futile. His arm flung around my waist, lifting me off my feet and dragging me back towards the darkness.

"Help!" I yelled. "Let go of me!"

Panic settle through the pit of my stomach. What if I hadn't screamed loud enough? What if I couldn't win, I couldn't hurt david enough to escape again?

"Isabelle!" I heard my name being growled, before a blur of blue seemed to dull my vision. Within seconds, the hands ghost were wrapped around me were gone, and I was left tot tumble to the ground. My knees buckled as I crashed to the floor, my already injured wrist breaking my fall. My breathing grew more ragged, my eyes feeling heavier by the minutes as I watched he scene unfold before me.
Someone seemed to have taken ahold of David. David was pressed against the concrete as the man pounded onto the near lifeless body that was David.
A small smile played at the edge if my lips, and even through the pain, I couldn't help but feel happiness course through me.
My savior.
My Ian.

That was the last thing that crossed my mind before I could no longer fight against the darkness.

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I jolted awake, my eyes snapping open as I took in my surroundings. It was a few seconds later when I figured out what it was that woke me up.
Voices.