Say you'll stay - Channing Tatum

P.4

Peoples attention are turned towards us, curious on what's going on. Nothing is said for a few seconds and the silence fills the thick air.

"Don't listen to him babe, please." She moves to grab his hand, but he quickly pulls away.

I somehow expect him to look at her coldly, as if he feels nothing but hatered, but when he does, i notice the shine in his eyes, and the softness. "Say you didn't." He bites down hard, his jaw tightly clenching from the pressure.

Her lips start to tremble and her eyes flicker between his. "No I didn't, I told you." She desperately tries to get him to hold her hand, to give her the reassurance she needs but he's not giving in. The flooding of hurt washing over her entire being causes me to look down at my feet.

We're watching two hearts break right in front of us in a moment that should be between the two of them, in private. I hold my breath and impatiently wait for the night to come to and end. No matter what she did, she doesn't deserve to have it publicly announced like this.

"Cynth.." The word leaves his mouth in the slurriest most possible way, causing everyone to look at him again. He's so drunk he's having trouble standing up straight, but the wide grin plastered on his face is solid.

How one can hurt another so coldly and on top of that enjoy doing it, is beyond me. How can you be so cruel.

"I don't know him," she explains slowly, trying to catch his eyes.

He's not paying her any attention as his gaze is directed out into the empty air. He's biting down, trying to stay calm, but I can see the hurt in his eyes even from here.

She breathes in shakily, taking the few steps over until she's close to him again. Her small hands finds their way on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her. "Babe, please. Will you look at me," she begs and he oblige.

Not a single sound is made, but it's still so very loud. It's the tension I guess. It grows on all of us watching.

"I would never let him touch me."

A sharp laugh suddenly breaks the silence that just was. "You're kidding? You surely didn't complain when I was inside of you yester-"

Before my mind can catch up with what's happening, Channing moves out of her grip and towards Julian. Seconds later and a punch is thrown. My view is blocked, but I'm pretty sure I know what happened.

The lights collides into a messy blur around me.

It moves too fast. Goes too quickly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cynthia's face twist into a scream as she tries to stop the two men on the ground.

People are gasping and some screaming. A few are trying to help.

Security is there in a matter of seconds, trying to tear them apart.

And I just stand here, doing absolutely nothing at all.

"That was absolutely crazy." Madison states, her hand gliding through her mess of brown hair. I think watching that sobered up all of us. It still hasn't sunken in. I'm still considering where the line between reality and dream goes and in what category today's event should be placed.

I nod and take a deep breath. If I wasn't sober before, I sure am now.

Her finger taps on the almost empty glass while she's picking at her shoe with her other hand. "But that punch." She turns to look at me with raised eyebrows and a smirk. I guess it didn't sober her up completely.

"How many glasses have you had?" I ask her and laugh.

"A few," she shrugs. "Where did they go anyway?"