Learning From The Bad Boy

Beyond Worry

It shouldn't suprise me that there was an actual party going on. Come on people! Does Thanksgiving no longer have an actual meaning? Plastic cups littered the house James had brought me to. Music was turned up so loud, it was bordering on shattering my eardrums.

"I'm going to go get us a drink." James yelled in my ear. I cringed, but nodded.

I felt out of place in my dress, but nobody seemed to notice due to their alcohol induced haze.

There were only a few familiar faces I'd recognized after looking over the people in the crowded room. James walked back into the room, two cups in hand. Somehow he'd lost his suit jacket from the journey to the kitchen and back.

He handed me the cup before tossing his back. I brought the cup up to my lips, but didn't drink out of it. The liquid burned at my nose, so it probably wasn't a good idea to drink it.

"Want to go upstairs?" He asked suddenly.

I looked around, feeling a little bit of apprehension.

"It's just a little crowded in here is all." He smiled and tilted his head to the side.

Hesitantly I nodded.

Smiling he grabbed a hold of my arm. His grip was so tight it was almost painful. He grabbed a bottle of what looked to be vodka and tugged me upstairs.

Finding the first room upstairs unoccupied, he pushed it open and let me walk inside first.

I walked over to the window, half expecting him to follow me. When he didn't, I turned around. He was faced towards the doorknob, looking down.

I cleared my thoat.

He jumped away from the door as though he'd been caught doing something wrong.

Slowly he sauntered over to me. He took a drink from the glass bottle before setting it down.

"So how's your boy?" He asked. A glint of malice shining in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, backing away from him.

He stepped forward, canceling out the step I'd taken backwards. "You know what I mean. Axel. How is he?"

I swallowed back the building sense of fear.

"Um. I don't really know..."

I hit the wall. His arms quickly caged around me.

"Really? I find that so hard to believe. That asshole watched you like a hawk every time I was around." He leaned closer to me. The smell of alcohol on his breath made me turn my face away from his.

"James?" My voice sounded weak even to my own ears.

"But he's not here now, is he?" His nose touched the side of my face.

My eyes widened as I started to go through every escape route possible.

"James stop." I tried to sound unafraid, knowing that fear would only drive him forward.

"Nobody is around. The music is so loud. Do you think they would hear you scream?" His hands trailed up to the hem of my dress.

One. Two. Three.

Just as his hands had made it almost to where he intended them to be, I rammed my knee to where the sun didn't shine.

He fell to the ground, clutching his most prized parts in pain. I hopped over him and towards the door.

The heel of my shoe caught on the edge of small throw rug, sending me crashing to the floor.

Dammit! I was only a couple feet away from the door.