A Little Cup Of Chaos~Complete~

Chapter 15

**Finley's pov**

Anger was still seeping through my veins.

Sure I was hurt by his words, but its a lot easier to be angry then to be sad.

I felt like I needed to do something bad. I knew he was going to check on me soon. I knew he wants me to be ok.

And I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I find a few bills and shove them in my pocket. I open my window, the cold air hitting me. I shake it off before continuing to hoist myself out of the window.

I felt it, this was a horrible idea.

It was now dark, it's crazy how time goes by.

My mind was yelling me to stop, red lights flashing you could say. But I didn't listen, I was too far in.

The only sounds were of the cars in the distance and my footsteps on the cold cement.

The wind shows up once again, as if telling me to leave.

The idiot I am continues, anger still very prominent.

I turn onto the sidewalk happy I didn't have to be in an alley, it's pretty creepy. I head to the bar, the guy at the front not even needing my ID anymore. I guess that's one thing I can thank my old boyfriend for.

I sit on one of the stools, trying to be away from everyone else. Some people here are searching for companionship others just to have a good night.

For me, it was different.

I take another swig of my drink, a man walking towards me.

"I like a lady that can take her alcohol."

The man now right beside me says creepily, just fuelling my anger even more.

"Because you can't?"

He scoffs, " I guess I walked into that one."

I finish my drink signalling the bartender I wanted another.

"And now you can walk right out." I say signalling to the door. His face begins to redden, he tries to change the subject clearly being embarrassed with the lack of comebacks.

"How about you dance with me?" He states, not really asking me.

He puts a firm grip on my wrist kinda shaking me.

I sit there wide eyed, what do I do now?

"I don't think she wants to dance, you can go now. Unless you want me to get security."

The bartender, my saviour threatens him.

The guy huffs and leaves, but looks back and winks. My stomach suddenly feels sick, what a creep.

I turn to the bartender, "thank you so much."

He smiles warmly, "no problem. I don't want to seem weird but could I get you're number?"

He stared at me with hopeful eyes, he looked like he was in his early twenties and il admit pretty good looking.

I was taken aback by his question considering he's seen me get drunk almost every night.

"Um sure."

It's the least I could do for what he did for me.

Right?

After exchanging numbers I get up to leave, having enough action for one night. I look in a corner to see that slime bag glaring at me, sending chills down my spine.

And not the good kind.

I walk out of the bar, breathing in deeply.

I felt a bit tipsy but not like other times. I look towards the bench expecting to see James but it was empty.

I remember our fight, God damnit was it my fault?

It's not the time to feel bad.

I walk towards the alley, but I had this eerie feeling. I look behind my shoulder to make sure no one was there. I continued doing this, picking up my pace once in the alley. I cold barely see the fire escape in the distance.

Then I hear footsteps, not mine. But someone else's.

My heart rate picked up, I start walking faster too scared to look back.

Suddenly, I feel 2 hands wrap around me.

One on my mouth and the other around my stomach.

I kick and scream, it was no use the guy was to big. I feel him push me up against the wall, my head hitting it a bit harder then I would've liked.

My eyes widen at the man in front of me.

"You." I spit hatefully.

He only grins and moves his hand from my mouth and puts it under my chin.

He leans in, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His other hand now pushing me against the wall and tries to find its way under my shirt.

He leans into my ear, " you should've just danced with me sweetheart." He starts planting light kisses on my cheek bone, his hands lightly let go of me.

I couldn't react, what-what was happening?

But I snap out of it, this wasn't a situation I wanted to be in.

His grips loosens a bit, I take this opportunity to knee him right where the sun doesn't shine.

He growls in disgust, but before I could run he grabs me again.

"Bitch." His hand settles on my cheek and hard.

I feel my face beginning to sting.

"I'm not the bitch here."

Shut up!

My inner voice was yelling at me, my remark clearly making him angrier. He doesn't say anything, and takes a step back.

For a second I thought he was going to leave, but instead brings his fist up before hitting me right on the nose.

I yelp in pain before crumpling onto the ground.

I begin crying, my face burning.

He grins turns on his heel and runs away.

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