You Don't Care About Us.

My Limbs Are Paralyzed.

'Holy shit what am I doing here?' Emilia thought to herself. She searched around the club, trying to find the fastest exit.

She turns towards the bathrooms and see that guy walk out like nothing had happened a few minutes ago. Her stomache turns as she reaches for her cell phone.

"Err... Hello? Who is this... It's fucking 2 in the morning!"

"Bri! I need you please. I really fucking need you right now." she said hysterical.

Brian sat up on the couch frantic. He quickly ran to his room to put clothes on and searched for his shoes as Emilia explained where she was.

"Milly, i'll be there quick, ok? Try to be somewhere where its very open. If anything happens on my way, someone is bound to step in." he said as he waited at a bus stop by his home.

"Okay, just... Be quick okay? I'll explain later." she said watching the scum's every move.

"I'll call you in a bit, i have to call a cabby. The bus isn't coming tonight."

"Okay Bri, call me when you're here."

"Will do, remember,"

"Public, not hidden." they both said.

"Got it. Bye!" she hung up.

Emilia walked with her bag clutched under her arm. She reached the bar and ordered a bottle of water.

"I love it when girls play hard to get."

The voice sent chills down her spine. She tightened her grip on the bottle of water, closing her eyes, and sneered in disgust.

She ignored him. That's what you do right? When a guy follows you and doesn't leave you alone? You ignore him until he leaves.

"Ooh baby, the silent treatment is making me want you more. Just imagine when I have you under me. How loud you'll be-"

"Can you fuck off! Didn't you get the hint, asshole!? You're a creep!"

The guy glared at her. Her gaze on him didn't leave. She didn't trust him at all, if she turned around back to the bar, he could try something funny.

"I suggest you tame yourself. You sent me signals. You flirted back and now that I make my move, I'm suddenly a fucking creep!? Please, no one wants a fat psyc-"

"Hey baby, sorry I took so long." Brian caught her by surprise when his lips met hers. She sighed relaxed with Brian's touch.

"Hey, fuck off! She's mine for the night!"

Brian glared at the guy. His hand gripped Emilia's hand as she stood behind him. "Yea? Well she's mine every night."

Emilia followed close behind Brian as he led the way out the club. She shrieked as she was pulled back into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

Brian felt a tug on his hand, yanking him backwards. Their hands let go of each other as people walked in between them.

"BRIAN!" he could faintly hear her over the music. He quickly looked around, searching for her. She can't be too far.

"That wasn't a nice stunt. I'll have to teach you some manners." the guys unsettling voice said into her ear.

Emilia felt the night breeze on her warm, sweaty skin. He carried her close to the parking lot.

"THAT'S HIM!"

"HEY, ASSHOLE, PUT HER FUCKING DOWN!"

"CALL THE COPS, HENRY!"