𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓍

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𝒢𝓇𝑒𝓎𝓈𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

I fucking hate clubs.

Yet I'm currently sat on myself in a club.

I suppose if Liv was here with me now I'd hate clubs a little less. 

But she's not.

She's sat at the bar waiting to be approached by a fucking rapist.

Just the thought of that sends anger running through my veins.

I'm watching from a distance and see her looking around for who I'm guessing is Noah although she doesn't succeed and asks for a drink.

I look around trying to spot him but I can't either.

Wouldn't surprise me if he's raping a minor right now.

Suddenly I'm approached by a woman.

"Hey handsome." A bleach blonde girls squeaky voice says from beside me with her hand on my leg.

I don't respond and continue watching Liv.

"No need to be rude." She mumbles.

"Then get the hint I'm not fucking interested. Go molest some fucker else." I spit out taking her hand off my leg.

I shove it in her chest and look back at the bar to see an ugly man sat beside liv.

Noah.

I notice him speaking and she turns to look at him and responds.

It's only then I realise his hand moves over her drink.

My jaw clenches at the sight and I go to stand up but she shoves her drink forward and receives another.

She knows he's drugged her drink.

I stay in my spot and continue watching the scene in front of me.

I grow agitated waiting for my signal so I can finally kill this man.

After what feels like forever they both stand up and head towards the back of the club and Ol finally nods in my direction.

I immediately stand up and keep a distance between me and Olivia.

He leads her into a room at the back of the club and I wait a couple seconds before entering.

And when I do my heart drops.

He has her up against the wall kissing up her neck.

"Get the fuck off of her you sick bastard!" I yell, not being able to contain my anger.

I don't hesitate to grab him by his neck and pull him off of her throwing him to the ground and beating the shit out of him.

"P-Please, s- stop." Choking on his own blood.

His face is bloody, a swollen mess. Most of his teeth lay scattered around the floor from me punching him in the mouth multiple times.

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