It's Always Him.

Part TWO

Marney :

We eventually reach the nightclub and exit out of the taxi after paying the driver, the music is booming and shaking the floor even from outside and I'm now regretting my choices of giving in to Carly. It's now 12:30 and we get to walk straight past the huge queue as Carly knows one of the guys who own the club, I'm pretty sure she hooked up with him but I can't keep count at this point.

As soon as we get in I can't stop thinking about getting some alcohol in my system to calm these nerves, me and Carly are very different and I'm surprised on how we actually became friends, she is a very confident and feisty woman and even being older than her I'm still the quiet one that would rather let someone walk all over me because I hate causing arguments with other people. I hate these social interactions and would rather stay at home with my face planted in books.

I make my way straight to the bar and immediately ask for a vodka and coke. I've already lost Carly, probably on the dance floor grinding on some random sweaty men. The barman passes me my drink and I pay him and take a seat on one of the stools around the bar and start downing my drink.

Out of nowhere I get this weird feeling like someone is constantly watching me, goosebumps start forming all over my body and I start looking around me, I can hardly see as the lights are flashing and this club is packed with people, there is smoke everywhere from people just smoking inside, I frown and just turn back around, maybe it's the drink getting to me already.

I suddenly feel a sweaty hand grasp onto my bare shoulder and get this horrid smell like whoever it is hasn't washed in about 10 years. I slowly turn my head and face this horrible smell, it's a grimey looking blonde man, looks about in his late 20s, and flashes me his yellow teeth, I immediately vomit in my mouth and grimace at the look and smell of him, absolutely disgusting. I shrug his hand off of my shoulder, "can you not touch me like that please it makes me a bit uncomfortable" I say in the most polite way possible, he just frowns at me and stumbles closer to me, placing his mouth next to my ear, "I'll do what I fucking want when I fucking want darlin" I cringe at his words, he then grabs my jaw harshly and goes to kiss me, I place both of my hands on his slimey chest and try to push him away but his force is sadly a lot stronger than mine.

In the matter of seconds I hear a loud thud on the floor and a grunt of a man, I open my eyes and see the slimey blonde on the floor looking up at something next to me with clear evidence of fear in his eyes, his lip is trembling and he stays put like he's scared to make one wrong move, I slowly move to face whatever it is that he's trembling at and meet these deep brown eyes staring straight into my soul, I get a sudden smell of a woody citrus cologne. I'm sitting here shocked it feels like time has slowed and his gaze is holding me here, I take more of his appearance in, his dark messy hair that covers his forehead, a scar that cuts through one of this eyesbrows, plump pink lips that look so tasty and voluptuous, he has tattoos that travel up his neck and up his arms, huge biceps that look like they're ripping through the fabric of his suit. My thighs clench hard as I study his appearance and his notices this smirking, I blush.

He turns to look at the blonde on the floor and whispers something only he can hear but whatever it is it makes blondey scurry away without looking back once. He turns to look at me again and starts to speak in this deep, dark voice that makes me wet on the spot, "that's why you shouldn't come to clubs looking like a puttana" now I have no idea what he just called me but it sounded like bitch and I was gob smacked that a random man just called me a bitch.

(Whore)

"Excuse me?" I say in my quiet voice, without saying anything more he grabs my bare forearm and drags me out of the club, I screech at the sudden movement and start panicking when I realise what's going on, am I about to be kidnapped?