Twice the Love

12

I woke up. I was in the bathroom. I picked up my phone to check the time.

*10:30* Oh. Oh... Oh! Oh no, oh no, oh no! Mr. Fane was coming to pick me up in five minutes. I jumped out of the tub, pulling the lock out, and nearly falling as I did so. I dried myself off and threw on the first thing I could find.

I was wearing a black crop top sweater and shiny black pants. The bell rang, I hastily brushed my hair and threw my boots on as I ran to the door. Kirt Fane stood outside, smiling as always.

The two of us walked to his Porsche, and I sighed after I sat down. He plopped down beside me. He turned the ignition on and drove out of the parking lot.

After a sharp right turn, that made me lurch forward, we arrived at Caller Night Club. We stepped outside and Mr. Fane clasped my hand into his. I flinched and pulled it back. He looked slightly hurt, but didn't say anything.

The club was dark and filled with smoke. Drunk girls were clinging to a bunch of drugged men. Couples were having heavy make out sessions everywhere. I remembered how much I hate clubs. The thumping music worsened my already bad headache, and I felt like leaving.

Mr. Fane walked up to me. He held up a hot pink drink towards me. I shook my head.

"Sorry , I don't drink," I said, practically screaming, to be heard over the music. He shrugged and drank it himself. I could feel the second hand as I fell into a coughing fit.

"You okay?" Mr. Fane said. I continued coughing, unable to answer. He led me outside.

"Hang on, I'll go get you some water," he said, jogging across the street. I could breathe. I plopped down outside the club, enjoying the fresh air. A group of drunk men stumbled outside. They laughed loudly until there eyes pinned on me. I stood up slowly, stiffening as I did so.

"Well, what do we have here?" said a man, pinning me to the wall as he tripped over his own left foot.

"You bored babe? Looking for a good time?" I kneed him, where it hurts, and sprinted away. The other men surrounded me, howling with laughter.

"Oo, fiery," one said, walking slowly towards me. I backed away, crashing into the guy I just kneed. He was holding his crotch in one hand, but placed the other around my waist. I gagged. The dude in front of me stepped closer yanking on my hair.

"Urgh," I groaned. I punched him in the face and he fell to the ground. I elbowed the guy behind me, kicking him again. I didn't care as I stepped on the guy I punched, as I ran. Two other men grabbed me by my knees, throwing me over their shoulders. I punched and kicked as they threw me against the wall.

"Ah," I screamed. Five men climbed on top of me at the same time. One held down each of my arms and legs as the other rubbed his hand across my waist.

He fell to the floor with a thud. Mr. Fane stood there, he had kicked the man aside, and now stood with a gun pointing towards the drunkards. They grabbed there friend and ran.

"Dang man, it's the fuzz," they said, as they stumbled away in a weird sprint. Mr. Fane put the gun away and knelt down beside me.

"You have a gun?" I said, that being the first thing that came to mind.

"Yeah," he said, smiling weakly. He handed me a bottle of water.

"Sorry," he said, "I should have known something like this would happen." I emptied the bottle in one shot, as tears rolled out of my eyes. Mr. Fane hugged me.

"No," I said, "No it's okay. They're gone now, and they won't be coming back. It's alright." His grip tightened.

"No, no it's not okay," he said, now crying himself, while staring at the ground to hide it, "I shouldn't have just left you here, it's my fault."

"No, you're not responsible for me, I stayed here off of my own accord."

"I want you to be my responsibility," he said.

"What?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I froze, not sure what to say. I liked Mr. Fane, he was at the very least amusing. But what should I say. Does yes suffice, or do I need to give a long speech about how much I love him? Unable to choose I just hugged him.

He pulled away, looking into my eyes. His hand came to my chin, and he looked at me for a moment before connecting our lips. Unlike the kiss this morning, it was deep and thoughtful. My arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled me towards him.

"Katie," he said between breaths, "I love you."

"I-I love you too," I said. My hands combed through his hair and he trailed his lips along my neck. After one last lingering meeting of the lips he pulled away. Laughing lightly he stood up lending a hand out to me.

"C'mon, let's go home," he said, "You're probably tired." I nodded, taking his hand.