The Dark Princess(on hold)

Dare to Scream

“Okay, so I met you not too long ago and you’re dragging me out into a dark alley already? I think I like your style.” I smirk as I try to lean all sexy against the wall.

            “I wanted to wish you a happy birthday without an audience,” he says as he pins me to the wall, holding my hands above my head.

Okay, now should I scream or just go with it? I guess I will just go with the flow; I have had way too much to drink to even try fighting back.

            “So what did you have in mind?” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes.

He leans in, pressing his lips against mine, sending more of the same electricity through me, just like earlier when he touched my hand. His hands release their grip from my wrists, sliding down the sides of my body. Every touch makes me ache for more; small moans escape my lips in between kisses. I let my hands wander through his hair and tug a little as the kissing grows deeper. He grabs my hips, pulling me closer as if he can’t get enough of me.

            The bar door flies open and a drunk man stumbles out, making me jump and turn my head. I look back and Nicholas is gone. Where the hell did he go? It wasn’t a dream, was it?

            Confused, I walk towards the bar door, looking around for anything that could show me I wasn’t dreaming. I walk back in the door, weaving between the dancing bodies searching for Satin. In my drunken stupor, I trip over my own feet, falling forward.

An arm grabs me around the waist before I can hit my face on the floor. I spin around to see the face of my savior. It’s Derek, of course. I motion to him to go outside, back in the bar area. He leads me through the velvet curtains, finding an available booth. I clumsily slide into the booth as he slides in right next to me.

            “How much have you had to drink, girl?”

            “Um…I don’t think I’ve had that much.” I hiccupped and laughed.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and gives me a quick squeeze. Satin comes stumbling through the velvet curtain, laughing and clinging onto some random stranger.

“Hey, Cade. Um, Bob here is going take me home.” She giggles.

            “My name’s Brandon,” he corrects.

            “Bob, Billy, Brandon—who cares, I probably won’t remember it in the morning, anyways,” she jabs, her words slurred. She does this every time we go out. She always ends up going home with some random guy. At least this one’s actually attractive, compared to most of them.

My head is really starting to spin.

            “I think I need some air,” I say, trying to push Derek out of the booth.

He stands up and helps me onto my rubbery legs. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the door. We walk outside the door; the cool summer night air feels good across my face, sending some relief to my churning stomach.

Derek sits on the sidewalk a few feet from the door. I manage to plop down in his lap. There is no way I’m going to sit on that dirty ground. I don’t know what I would do without him; he is always there when I need him.

He wraps his arms around my waist; I lean back into him and just try to breathe. Seriously, someone must have slipped me something. I have never felt like this when I drink.

            As we sit there I replay the kiss between Nicholas and me over and over again. What is it about this man that I can’t get out of my head? And how does he make me feel like my whole body is alive when he touches me?

I shiver a little and Derek wraps his arms around me tighter.

“Do you want to go back inside? Or do you want me to take you home?” he asks.

“I just want to sit here for a few more minutes. I’m not sure I can get back up yet,” I managed to spit out. The world around me is still spinning, but I feel safe in his arms. I close my eyes and everything goes black.