I'll Be Your Light In The Darkness || Ben Bruce

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The wind was knocked out of me and my back was against the wall.

"Hey, pretty lady...." The drunken man slurred.

I could smell the alcohol on him. Great. I squirmed beneath his grip but he was stronger than me, he knocked my bag off my shoulder. Fuck.

"HEY!! Get off her!!" an English voice yelled as the man was pulled off me.

I forced my eyes to close and took a moment to catch my breath. My wrist was burning but other than that, I didn't feel hurt.

"You should be more fucking careful," the voice grumbled.

"If I wanted some help I would've screamed, you didn't have to fucking help. Who the hell do you think you are?" I snapped back.

I turned to face the prick; he was wearing a white muscle tee with a leather jacket & ripped skinny jeans.  He had chin-length, a light brown colour as well as a bunch of tattoo's. A basic bad boy look, giver or take.

The man scoffed, "Yep, I was just going to let some girl get raped."

"I wasn't going t-"

"To be raped? Ya right."

I rolled my eyes & scanned the surrounding area for the drunk dude that attacked me.  Satisfied that I didn't see him, I began to walk away, rubbing my wrist.

"Where are - you're hurt....." The English boy's voice trailed off.

It was my turn to scoff, "I'm fine."

"I'm not some fucking guy you can just walk away from."

I turned on my heel, walking backwards now, & flipped the fucktard off. Laughing as I walked away. Just watch me.

"You want to do this the hard way, fine. The lads'll have a laugh over this," he laughed.

Spoiled rich asshole, I'm beginning to lose faith in humanity.

"My name's Ben!" the stranger hollered after me, cause I totally care!

The wind was, once again, knocked out of me, when 'Ben' through me over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE FUCK BEN!!!" I yelled.

"Damn right baby, scream my name." 

Ben continued to walk in the opposite direction of where I was headed, wonderful, as I pounded on his back with my fists.  Who does this guy think he is?  Coming out of nowhere and acting like he's the shit when he's, obviously, far from it.  Ben slowed his pace & kicked the door of what u assume was a tour bus, or something similar.  A dude with a little over chin-length dark brown hair opened the door and moved to the side, letting Ben in as I screamed bloody murder, not like anyone came to help.  The man wasn't wearing a t-shirt, but I was enjoying th view.  He had many tattoo's on his chest, an owl taking up majority of the space, no lie he was pretty hot.  My train of thought was rudely interrupted by Ben, plopping my body on the buses couch.  Thanks for the warning, Ben.

I scoffed, "What are you going to do, kidnap me?"

"Hardly, love."