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Music was dancing with my eardrum as I moved my legs from side to side. I was thrilled by the colorful led lightings and toxic perfume smells. I was gazing at the wrestling guys in the fighting arena. staring at the one with the large cut trailing with red on his cheekbone.
Michelle, a girl I frequently met at The black, was leaning next to me and checking him out too. after a short moment she mouthed, "he's staring at you, I give up" she shrugged and pointed her drink at me.
My hands clasped my little black dress and pulled it down to my mid-thigh as I felt someone dancing an inch too close behind me, but I was curios to catch the fighter's eyes instead.
"Taken," I tilted my head to the side just a little, I didn't need to look at his face.
"How old are you?" His voice sounded low and husky as he demanding in my ears. He had some kind of foul smell from his mouth. I could feel his palms stiffening on my waist and his face lowered to mine. My eyes met the fighter's eyes for two seconds before I answered the random guy.
"I'm sixteen, Mr." Now get away. My lips created a satisfied smile. I loved saying the line every time. I was proud I could get in to this club. Well thanks to Michelle.
his hands didn't pull away, but his face did. "Little girl, how'd you get in her?" he teased.
I stopped my little dance, annoyed, and turned to face him. "Do I look like I'm sixteen?"
He pulled his arms up and took a couple of steps back, pouting his lips. When the led lights hit him, I could see he was a very hairy guy, unshaven, and wearing a black band shirt. He looked at least twenty to me.
I took a long breath before returning to look at the stage.
for the next half hour, I drank purple toxic with a bitter taste. Someone handed me a straw coated with a stabbing texture.
Soon I realized the drink smelled like the guy.
I was partly grabbed away in sudden violent hands. Maintaining my self protection, I tried to clasp the hands away so I could get away. But for the first time I missed it and he twisted my hands behind him while walking me backwards.
The arena wasn't crowded like the front floor was.
"Wh- excuse me, you have no right to-"
"So where's that boyfriend you mentioned?" he pushed me into the bathroom and leaned on the door. It was the same random guy from before, and I let myself get dragged here. He smiled and nodded to himself. "You are not sober, aren't you?" his hairy palm slid into his pocket. I mumbled another shocked muttering sentence and slipped down the cold wall tile.
I couldn't see. I was terrified to find the blue, cyan and yellow led lightings stuck in my vision.
I noticed a lot of noise outside, but I felt too unfocused to function in any kind of way. It all felt like one of those dreams when your voice gets locked in your throat and you can't scream for help. Physically, you can't.
Scared for my life, I hoped the noise outside is caused by people who saw me. The door tried to push open, but the guy blocked it. He tried to grab my arms and I moved back to the end of the room.
"Come here, now! Don't you try to hide just cause I can't move, you have no chance!" right then, the door pushed so hard he hurt his head and bended his upper body while cursing me.
I was totally blinded, I didn't remember feeling that way before.
The worst part was that my mouth couldn't stop vomiting words.
"My mom thinks it's all my fault dad left, do you know what it's like? And she really hates me, too. She always yells stupid sayings in her room like a crazy woman too! but- I don't know!" I screamed, my eyes were watering. My brain babbling more weird things I couldn't understand without the power of being sober.
in the driver's sit, sat my S.A savior. Cliche, but that was the fighter from the arena, and he seemed angry when he got the car keys. "I have never seen a girl so wasted, sorry if I look a tad hateful." he kept his eyes on the road.
Feeling nausea, I squirmed in my sit. "She slits her legs and gets pills like they're breakfast! And we don't get along, and-" I cried with screams and tilted my head from side to side.
I think i'll never forget the look in his eyes when I cried I miss her.
14 hours later.
"Hey, umm-"
someone coughed.
"umm."
I opened my eyes almost robotically, and turned my neck to face a guy.
"I'm Luke, the guy from yesterday..." he muttered and gave me a genuine smile. He had an open wound on his face.
I think I looked pretty scared at that moment. I swallowed. "What did I do?"
"No, no, you haven't done anything. I just drived you to my house because you were way to drunk to find your home, or any kind of population." he smiled again; I kept my same scared facial expression on.
After a long moment of silence. I finally moved, and brushed some hairs off my face. Then I jumped out of the bed and ran into the open bathroom.
Luke knocked on the door. "you can take a shower if you want," he called.
I shook my head to the mirror, then called "No". My palms were pressed to my face when I was trying to wipe off the terrible black mascara stains . Tears blurred and blocked my vision.
What have I done. I couldn't remember anything. Did I lose my mind?
"Do you wanna eat anything-"
"No!" I yelled, rudely interrupting luke. I fell to the floor and kneeled over the floor. "Such an idiot!" my lips whispered.
"yesterday..." he stopped. "yesterday I saw you were staring at me, then I noticed you with a guy, and then you just vanished. I followed you two to the bathroom and I got you out of there before he could lay his hands on you."
I wiped the tears on my cheek. I was gonna have an assault that night too?
"The thing is, I thought you maybe... liked me? what do you think Rain?"
I pulled myself up and opened the door.
"I think, I don't remember anything. Not right now, sorry." My voice sounded low and husky, and I gently pushed my way through.
Luke POV :
she pulled her nose and mumbled, "I think, I don't remember anything. Not right now, sorry."
"Oh." I replied. Quickly plastering my ego with a smile. I'll call her later. she did say 'not right now'.
Rain walked to the door. "My phone," she turned back and I handed it to her. Stalker maybe, but I did copy her number to my phone.
"Rain," I called, touching her forearm. "Those things you screamed about yesterday, in the car. were they true?"
She looked confused for a long moment. her greyish eyes darting over mine. "W-what? What things?"
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