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JPreston

JP's POV-

My head pounded as the music continued to boom around me, setting me into a swift dizziness. People screaming, chanting, slamming into me, making me stumble into more people and repeat the process.

I began to make my way to the bathroom, hoping for some momentary solitude before the DJ cranked it up again. Luckily, I made it there just as the horde of dancers began crowding around as the next song came on. The door swung open and closed behind me; shutting out all sounds from the outside.

Dragging myself to the sink, I looked in the mirror, my milk chocolate hair was glistened with the dampness of sweat, my emerald eyes struggling to stay open, exhaustion sweeping through my bones as I yawned into the sink. Turning on the tap, cold, refreshing sprays of water shot out, cupping my hands I splashed my face, reawakening myself before the door swung open again.

A man came stumbling into the room, his eyes wild with caution. I stood there, stunned by the sudden activity sorrounding me. He leaned against the door and began smirking, meeting my gaze.

"Shhh!" He whispered, putting his full weight against the door.

"I need to- I- just- what?" I mumble, my words spilling out over themselves as bangs against the door threw the man forward before he slammed back against it, holding it closed.

"Just a minute!" He shouted.

"Come out here now you fuck! You're fucking dead!" A booming voice shouted on the other side. He smiled.

"Cover for me!" He said, grappling me closer before I could react.

"What what what?!" I whispered aggressively, pulling away as he pushed me against the door.

"Hold that long enough for me to get out, okay?" He said, looking around the room for a window. He opened every stall and looked at the ceiling. "Or until they bust in and kill me..." He utters. The door bangs behind me and I fly forward, slamming against the man and knocking us both on our asses.

"S- sorry!" I say stupidly. The man looks hurt as I jump to my feet, pulling him up too. He gestures a thanks and rubs his back.

"Fuck me." The door swings open and three men dressed in black leather jackets come stomping into the toilets. "Now listen here guys-" he's cut off. The first punch hits him in the jaw, the second in the gut. He wrenches backwards and slams against the sink; blood flying from his mouth.

"Don't ever fucking cross me again!" The bigger man shouts. Bald and covered in tattoos. The man drops to his knees and then come the other two. They kick him in the stomach, making him drop forwards and begin stamping on him from behind.

The shrieks of pain as he tries to fight back echo in my ears and a fit of rage fills me. I clench my fists and stamp my foot, stepping into view. They had ignored me up until this point.

"Leave him alone!" I shouted, my voice acting before my mind.

"Move along kid. This has nothing to do with you." The bigger man says, watching his men kick the man on the floor.
"I said," I push through the bigger man, looking at the closest one kicking, my rage, my fist, clenching I swing and the man drops back, slamming his head on the sink, talking unconscious. "leave him alone..." My voice quieter now as the pain aches through my knuckles.

"Hold it." The big man says, making his man stop kicking. "Who the fuck is this kid?" He says, laughing as he steps towards me. "Aw, poor guys gonna cry." He mocks as I turn my face away, holding my knuckles in the other hand. "Well so he should!" My air escapes me at that very moment, no actual pain, more shock.