Problem Girl

Chapter 5

I cried that night.

A helluva a lot.

I didn't care about the blood and I didn't care about the shove. I cared about Nat and why our fucking relationship was this way.

Why did he say he loved me, when he knows how I am? He knows how I feel when it comes to that particular topic. I don't believe in love. Love is for the sorry overdramatic kids who watch sappy romance movies and believe The Notebook is the best film of all time. I make fun of those idiots on a daily basis.He knew I thought that, so why tell me he loves me?

Gina comforted me for a couple hours but then fell asleep, and as she did I leaned against a wall and drank.  

I wasn't sure what I felt, but I summarily concluded it was emotional pain, and that scared me. I'm not a child and I'm definitely not your average frilly teenage girl. I'm not afraid of anything, yet emotional pain is bringing me down?

Fuck.

Struggling to get back to my feet, I pried myself off the floor, put on some shoes and a jacket then left the apartment.

Every couple of steps I fumbled and my vision became more and more blurry. I was hammered and could barely walk straight but I didn't care. I just wanted to leave.

I walked out to the sidewalk. It was around 2am and the streets looked cold. Cold as in-someone could beat the hell out of you and never get caught- cold.

As I strode around the neighborhood, I vomited, reeling as I did so. I was such a fucking mess.

"Hello, little girl." A low voice greeted. I squinted, trying to make out a face and was soon met with a thin white man with short blond hair and scruff covering his jawline. He looked downtrodden and bared groggy eyes. His partner was more squat, a broad shouldered young man who was a bit shorter than the first.

"Leave me the fuck alone, old man." I grunted, spitting as I walked past the two. I just wanted to be alone.

"Ya here that, Richie? She wants us to leave her alone!" The man cackled, as the broad shouldered man let out a grunt.

I felt an aggressive hand wrap around my neck and slam me to the brick wall as I pair of lips forced themselves onto my neck.

"Get off me, you son of a bitch!" I screeched, slapping my hands at the grimy old man as he continued to kiss me.

He stopped.

"Baby" he whispered in my ear "I've been with all sorts of girls before. I've done 'em real good too. I promise you'll enjoy it." He mumbled, then resumed to sucking my neck as he reached down and stroked the crotch of my shorts.

Angrily, I bit him hard on the shoulder then kicked him in the bad area, trying to escape as he dropped to the floor and squealed in pain, only to have the broad shouldered man pin me against the brick wall and hold me down.

"Where do you think you're going?" He rhetorically questioned, pinning me roughly while grabbing the side of my face and clutching it tightly. Smiling, he licked my cheek in the same place he'd just reddened. I stared at him in horror, struggling to get my pocket knife out of my back pocket.

I watched his other hand sneak down to the zipper of his jeans, tugging them down as pinned me even harder.

"If he can't have you, then I will little girl." He smiled.

"Oh really?" I raged, spitting in his face as my vision became blurry again.

I could tell I was loosing consciousness, but continued struggling as he snarled and grabbed my jaw.

"No you fucking won't." Another voice grunted. I heard a sudden blow followed by a groan and instantly I was released.

As I fell to the ground, I felt someone grab my hand.

"Let's go, Lola." The voice demanded, a clear and direct tone urging me to move forward.

I blinked a few times, only to realize the voice belonged to Andrew.

I nodded as he pulled me away from the scene and instead took me to an unfamiliar motel. As we approached the front desk, I felt extremely dazed and collapsed, causing Andrew to scoop me up and take me to a room I guess, because that's where I woke up.

Lifting my head, I was startled at my surroundings. I was in a plush bed, and wrapped in blankets. Looking down, I wore the same clothes but noticed my jacket was missing. There was a furious pounding against my skull that caused me to groan in agony. I had a miserable headache. I winced as I heard laughter.

"Lola, what the hell?" Andrew croaked, shaking his head as he laughed lightly.

I watched as he took a wet rag and brushed it onto an item of clothing, my jacket. He saw my eyes trail to his handywork.

"Trying to get the stain out." He explained  "It had some blood on it."

My eyes stayed focused on the jacket. For some reason, I refused to speak.

"What were you thinking?" Andrew asked, his voice low and more serious as he eyed me.

I stared back at him, staying mute.

"Lola, you were five seconds away from getting raped." He continued, glaring hard at me as if I didn't understand the seriousness of my situation.

And I guess I didn't, I couldn't. If I was sober, I guess I would've known better, but I wasn't. All I could think about was Nat. What was he doing right now? Was he thinking of me? Was he being serious back there? I wonder if he still sleeps with that stupid bear I gave him..

My lips parted slightly, and I returned Andrew's inquiry with a blank gaze.

I felt weak.

Andrew sighed and ran a hand through his hair then began speaking again.

"Now look, I know it would've been easier to go back to your apartment, but we can't. I've seen those guys before. When I first arrived, they were there, leaning against a couple cars with their hands in their pockets. And for some reason they know who you are too because they asked me if you lived here before I entered your complex this evening. Now I don't know why this is happening, but it is. I sent Gina a text and told her to go home early in the morning and told my mom I'd be home late. I didn't think it was logical to take you anywhere else but a motel because I frankly didn't want to put anyone else at risk. So I'm sorry if you don't like it but it's all I could think of."

He looked deflated and a bit apprehensive as he eyed me. Feeling as if he hadn't done enough I guess, my eyes met his and he began once more.

"And I know you don't know me that well, but I mean..I'm trying- "

"Drew" I grumbled 

Cutting him off in a somewhat strangled voice. I hated the way I sounded, but in this moment I needed to speak.

"It's perfect. Thank you." I stated quietly

He raised his brows then let out a breath, partially smiling as he nodded then continued scrubbing off blood stains.

I faintly smiled back then, for the first time all night, drifted to sleep.

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