London calls me a stranger

Chapter 17

Sam's POV

Music. Almost too loud to register. It took over my entire body. A world of my own. The music pounded my brain and I couldn't feel my feet. All I could comprehend was the noise and Ethan's face jumping around. I laughed at his ridiculous dance moves. He was right! I just needed some time away from everything. Being with the stress of RU was just too much for me. We had been out for a good couple of hours and it was nearing midnight. Ethan was completely off the wall. His movement, speech and even thoughts were effected by the alcohol. I had my fair share, I wasn't fully sober but not drunk. We had been dancing together for about 30 minutes non stop. I left him once he had pulled some young looking lads. I made my way over to the bar. The music was softer there. I stood there trying to look mysterious and sexy but it was failing miserably. The skin tight black dress with gold fringe detailing was making me look somewhat sexier, but not much. I decided to just order a drink. I order a glass of Smirnoff and take a sip from a clear straw. I turned to see Ethan sandwiched between to guys. He was obviously very very drunk. He's hilarious. Hip bumping and thrusting. I began to giggle, still with the straw in my mouth. After a good laugh, I turned back to the bar to see a young handsome looking boy, laughing at Ethan also. He was fairly tanned, broad shouldered with eyes that twinkled like emeralds. His hair shortly trimmed to a small quiff and tattoos covered his upper right and lower left arm. One had his name written on a scroll; Alex. "Hi nice to meet you I'm Alex" he said as our eyes met, confirming my observations.

"Hi, I'm Sam." I said placing my glass down on the marble bar.

"So you're Matt Webster's girl?" He asked. How did he know about that?! Everyone seemed to know! I did not want to be labelled.

"No!" I shook my head in response, we weren't official yet so I was allowed to stay that I wasn't.

"Good...then that makes things easier." All the light and kindness flushed out of his eyes as he dragged me by the arm out of the fire exit, and into the back alley way.

"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling against his harsh firm grasp.

"Now now, what's the rush, babe? We're going to have some fun!"

I whimpered at this remark. Sending an aching feeling down at the crook of my spine. I tried to run again but Alex's harmful strength, pushed me against the cold brick wall. I could feel tears filling my eyes. I screamed again "ETHAN! HELP! HELP ME! HEL-"

I was cut off my Alex's fist, lodging in my windpipe. I struggled for air as his force became harder. "Now if you scream again, you will never breathe again! Got it?" He almost purred. I nodded as I began to run out of air. Alex released his force in my neck and I gasped for air. His hand pulled the roots of my brunette messy hair to the wall behind me, pinning me in place, not allowing me to move. A tear began to curve down my cheek as Alex's palm slid down he curve of my body and back up my middle, brushing past my privates. I whimpered and he moaned deeply. He harshly ground his hips into mine, making his moan louder. A warm palm glided up the outside of my thigh. I gasped as his hand wished to be up my skirt. His hand was removed from my thigh and made contact with my face. A red mark throbbed. "What did I tell you?!" I nodded and more tears curved down both cheeks. His hand replaced up my skirt as his hand brushed past my underwear. "Spread 'em" his accent prominent and harsh.

"Wha-what?!" I stuttered out, confused and terrified.

"I said spread 'em" he clicked a pen knife open and I responded in a heart beat. I couldn't hold in my cries any longer.

"Please.. Please don't... Please" I pleaded.

He laughed at my remarks as he unzipped his dark wash jeans. Holding the knife in full view, he whispered to me "you're such a pretty whore. I can't wait to make you feel good." I cried louder. The knife came closer to my face, just as the blade tip made the first puncture to my bottom lip, some great power flung Alex off of me.

A brown haired boy pinned Alex against the wall. The knife skidded across the floor out of sight. Multiple punches were revived to Alex's face. Bludgeoning him, the boy's eyes were more black than brown but I could recognise the brown messy mob from anywhere. Matt. I fell down to the floor to collect myself as Matt continued punching the shit out of him. Alex's nose began to bleed heavily, but Matt wasn't finished. He flung the mangled man to the floor and straddled his chest pinning his shoulders down with his knees and continued giving him full blows to the face.

I did feel good to see such a vile disgusting man get what he deserved but I slowly saw the light going from his sickly green eyes. "Matt stop!" I shouted. Trying to pull him off, but it was not use. "Matt you're killing him!" I screamed.

"No he gets what he deserves" his voice deep and dangerous, his fists still smashing into Alex's face.

I began to panic. Then I thought what's the one thing that Matt wants... To protect me. And what's the one thing I saw that he loved the most. Being with me! It hit me. "Matt! I'll go with you!" He paused from his boxing match and looked at me. Hesitations for a moment, he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. "If you stop, I'll go with you, back to yours!" He comprehended this, then dismounted the disheveled body. The disgusting excuse of a man let out a groan when Matt's weight was released from his chest. Matt strolled over to me. Holding my hand in his massive one he began to led me back into the club.

Alex flapped on the floor like a suffocating fish. Something twanged inside of me to just finish it off. I asked Matt to wait just for a second, and I pranced back over to the broken, bruised body. I gave Alex a hard kick with my stiletto heel right in the stomach. He let out a cry of pain. That felt good! I walked back to Matt as congratulated me on my actions. Linking my arm he led me to the entrance of the club and headed back to Matt's.