Kiss A Girl

It Matters To Me

Faith's POV:

I replay that night i had with Tim. I have his T-shirt but forgot to get his number. He just stays in my mind and I've written songs about him but havent released them because its personal. I was in the studio at a meeting and get told im doing a tour. I'm opening for the artist and that it would be huge for my career.

"Whose the artist?" I ask and my manger answered but i was reading the cobtract if the tour and aigning here and there and forgot the name. I handed back the papers and left. It started in a week and I had to go pack my bags. Im excited. I just wish i remembered who the artist was. I went home and packed. I just packed two luggage's and a small bag. I didn't know how long it would but oh well.

I've recently have been engaged to my producer, Scott Hendricks and things havent been great lately. We have been together for a while now. We've made love once but it wasnt the type you'd say is magical.

"Honey, dinner is ready." I say as he comes in and grabs the plate then head back to his office.

I sigh and grab my keys as i decide to just leave to a bar to have a small drink. I get there and all the men come up and take me for a spin. I laugh and i go to the bar and order a jack and coke.

"Well long time no see." I hear a familiar voice and see Dan.

"Hey." I say and grab my drink. I can tell that he's drunk. His eyes are red and his vein is popping out.

I sit and talk with him. He quickly grabs me and takes me to the back of the bar into the restrooms and kisses me. I try to push him off and i start to scream as he punches me.

"DAN!!!" I shout and cry.

I feel exposed and im being hurt as he pushes himself inside me. I close my eyes and try not to think of it. I suddenly feel differnet arms a grab me and dress me. They pick me up and soon im rushed out of the bar and into the open air. I cling onto the shirt of the man whos carrying me. Suddenly i black out. I hear a voice. One like before. I feel softness under me and i try to open my eyes. Gentle hands are on me and I am stripped into my bra and underwear. A T-shirt is pulled on me and i completely shut the world out and go to sleep.

Tim's POV:

I had walked into the bar and i hear screams and cries. I walk to the restrooms and see a man raping a woman. I notice the body of the girls and i quickly snap and try to fight him off. Once i do i clothe the girl and take her out of the bar. I bring her to the hotel i was staying in and notice the same lips from a few years back. Is this her? It can't be? I thought to myself. Maybe its a different girl. Then i noticed the small birth mark she had. Yep. It was her. I finally see her again and she's wearing my shirt. I lay her on the bed and find clean boxers and put them on her, folding her jeans and setting them side. I decide to take the couch.

•next morning•

I wake up to the sound of a girl vomiting, just like the first time. I make my way out of bed and go to grab pain killers and some water. I see a blonde with messy hair stumble out of the room holding her head. Its kinda adorable.

"Need a pain killer?" I ask and hold up the two small pills and a glass of water.

She looks at me for a kong while and i decide to tease her.

"If you want to get into my pants you can ask, but right now you need this." I say hanging the objects to her and smiling.

She laughed and took the pills and water. After she drank the water she set the glass down. "Thank you." She smiled softly. "I see you bought my shirt back?" I smile watching the beauty sit down and smile so innocently. She's way too out of my league i wont be able to please her.

"Thank you. For saving my life. I could thank you in many ways." She says.

"No need to thank. Just helping a lady out. You wouldnt be the first that i go through this with. My mom also went through abuse with my step dad. I saw and heard them almost every night when he would get drunk." I say

"Your Tim, right?" She asked.

I nod, "Yep. I met you couple of years back. You were drunk clearly." He laughs. "So was I."

She laughed and it was music to my ears.

"Let me make breakfast." She asked. "It's the least i could do. I'll even do whatever you want." She said.