Starstruck ☆ S.P [EDITING]

Huh?

"W-What in the hell are you d-doing?" You ask. Still staring at Sarah's hand that has not stopped gliding up, and down your leg.

"Come with me y/n." She whispers in your ear. Then getting up from her seat she grabs your hand, pulling you towards the door. You practically trip on everything the whole way there, but you finally reach the double doors. Once you do Sarah pushes you against a brick wall. You feel a sharp pain in your lower back, but you soon forget when her plump lips connect with your own. Her kisses were harsh, but passionate - You could taste the tequila she had drank minutes before. Her hands snaked their way around your neck, and yours found their way to her hips pulling her closer to you.

......

"Ma'am.. Ma'am, wake up!" You hear someone yell.

"Huh?" You lift your head up to see your still in the bar, sitting in the same seat.

"You've been asleep for like an hour." The bartender said handing you a glass of water.

"FUCK!" You scream. Realizing that it was all a dream, and Sarah was never at the bar.

"Were about to close in 10 minutes." The bartender announced.

You pay what you owe, and get a cab back home.

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(Monday at work)

"Hiya y/n! How was your weekend?" Faith greets you, as you walk in from the back.

"Oh, it was fine. What about yours?" You ask, but your weren't the least bit interested.

"Well, Momma came down and I showed her around New York." Faith answers, as she worked on a small light.

You were just about to answer when you hear crying- a woman's crying. You leave Faith, and follow the faint wails down a long hall. They finally lead you to a small closet. You slowly, cautiously open the door. To see Sarah crouched down in between a few mops, and brooms.

"Sarah, it's y/n. Are you alright?" You ask staring at the crying actress. Her arms wrapped around her knees pulled to her chest.

"I'm jus-tt n-not h-happy." The older woman growled into her knees.

You kneel down to her level, and pull her head up. You see her once chocolate brown eyes are blood shot, and puffy. Upon further examination you see a bruise across her left cheek. You lightly brush your hand across I, and she flinches, but soon relaxes underneath your  touch.

"Who did this to you?" You ask looking into her eyes-searching.