love at first sight?

rescued by charles leclerc

*Ivy*

I went to go to the toilet. Usually I didn't really drink alcohol but sometimes it was fun. The other drivers were really nice and I felt comfortable with them. After I had peed and quickly redid my makeup, I wanted to get back to the VIP booth. They were probably already waiting for me. I was walking back to the dance floor but realised it was the wrong direction. I was lost again. Great. I wandered around a little hoping to find the right direction. "Can I help you love?", a guy said facing me. He sounded really drunk. "No, I'm fine", I answered sharply because I felt very uncomfortable. He didn't seem nice and was way too close to me. I stepped back but he followed me. "Don't be so shy", he said and grabbed my wrist to pull me closer to him. "Stop that", I shouted to him but it didn't bother him. I tried to get out of his grip but it was too tight. Tears started to stream down my face. "Help!", I screamed but no one around heard it or if they did they didn't bother to help me. "I should've gone with Charles", I thought. The guy pulled me closer and I tried to push me away from him. He was holding both my wrists tightly now probably leaving marks on them. "Stop it!", I screamed again. "Shut up or this will hurt even more!", he shouted. Fuck. No. He was going to rape me. "Please. Don't", I shouted even louder while I cried. "Shut up now!", he said dragging me into a dark corner. I couldn't do anything against him. He pushed me against a wall hardly and started to touch me. I didn't want any of this. But I couldn't do anything against it. I was too weak. His grip was too tight. His hands were slipping under my dress now. I squeezed my legs together as good as possible but he just opened them again. I was crying very hard. I just wanted to get away from him. All I wanted was to be with Charles. If he would be here he would protect me. But he didn't know where I was. Because I didn't tell him to come with me. It was my own fault. "Stop moving. Otherwise it will hurt more!", the guy said pushing me even more against the wall so that my head hit against it hardly. "Ivy!", I heard my name being shout. It was Charles, I thought. "Charles! Here! I'm here!", I screamed before the guy put his hand over my mouth. "Let her go!", I heard someone saying. Then suddenly the guy was pulled away from me. "Ivy!", it was Charles voice. I saw someone coming towards me. I still couldn't see properly because of the tears in my eyes but from the silhouette I could tell it was Charles. "Ivy, I'm so sorry", he said and stood in front of me. I fell into his arms and sobbed. He held me tightly. "I'm so sorry, Ivy. I shouldn't have let you go alone", his voice cracked. "Please never leave me alone again", I sobbed. "Never. I'll never leave you alone again, Ivy", he promised and loosened his grip a little to lift up my chin. "Are you hurt?", he asked and I could see tears shimmering in his eyes. He scanned my whole body. Before I could answer I heard Pierre's voice from behind. "This guy is gone. Taken by the police", he said and came to us. "Thanks, Pierre", Charles said to him while wrapping his arms around me again. Finally I felt safe again. "Are you okay, Ivy?", Pierre asked me gently touching my back. "I think I'm bleeding", I said as I noticed blood running from my hands where not long ago this guy held my wrists. "Shit. That doesn't look good", Pierre said looking at my hands. "Let's get you to a hospital", Charles said and I nodded. "Do you need anything? Should I come with you two?", Pierre said worried. "No, we'll be fine. But thank you, Pierre. Will you tell the others? I'll text you later", Charles said still with his arm around me. "Alright. Good luck", Pierre said before going back to the others. Charles guided me though the crowd and to the exit of the club. Luckily there weren't any paparazzi this time. "Okay. The hospital is only a few minutes from here. Do you think you can walk?", he asked me as we were standing outside. I just nodded. I was still in shock about what happened. The air was cold and I was starting to freeze. "Wait, I'll give you my hoodie. You're freezing, Ivy", Charles said and took off his hoodie. "But then you'll be freezing", I said. "I don't care, Ivy. Just put it on, please. I know you're freezing", he looked at me. "Can you help me put it on? My hands are hurting", I asked him and he helped me into his hoodie. "It looks good on you", Charles smiled and I returned the smile. There were some guys coming towards us already walking a little swaying. It reminded me of the guy that wanted to rape me earlier. I moved closer to Charles. "You don't have to be scared. I'm with you. I'll protect you", he whispered but still wrapped his arm around my waist. I directly felt safe. "Thank you", I said to him and smiled.