(Not mine) By: ayeeefanfics
I'd decide to go out with my friends that night on a whim. I was bored, and they said they'd pay, so why not? When Raven came over, saying 'she'd help me get dressedf' I thought she'd meant she would pick something out of my closet for me to wear. What I didn't expect was for her to show up at my apartment with a very short, very low cut black dress. Its was pretty, but definitely not my style.
"Come on!"she said when I gave it an apprehensive look, "Just try it! I think it'll look great on you."
"Raven..." I trailed off. "I don't want to get myself into trouble," I said. She knew what I meant . I didn't want to end up doing something I'd regret with someone I wouldn't remember. Going clubbing wasn't a regular thing for me anymore . I'd gone maybe once or twice in the past year, but I used to go all the time.
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I used to love the feeling letting go. Of getting a little buzzed and just having fun. It was always Raven, Octavia, and I, but the last time I went, Octavia had decided to bring her brother. Bellamy. I'd know him for a long time. I was always comfortable with him. Honestly, over time I'd developed a little crush on him, but I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. He's a happy, loving person. I'd spent the night on his couch many a time after hanging out and getting a little buzzed. He's protective over women in particular, so he wouldn't let me drive home.
But when he drinks, he changes. I'd never seen him legitimately drunk before the night he came with us. He wasn't just a little buzzed that time. That time, he didn't stop until he was very drunk. Like wouldn't-remember-anything-tomorrow drunk. When's he's in that state, he's dangerous. He has somewhat of a bad reputation around town. People know to stay away from him when they see him out past a certain time.
I didn't know that.
That night Bellamy accompanied us to the club was of the last times I'd gone. I have blurred memories of him staring at me as I danced, eyes completely black. I remember when one man, who's face I've forgotten, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. It seemed harmless enough, so I let it continue. I'd closed my eyes and swayed my hips to the music, grinding on this guy I'd never met. I'd enjoyed not caring. When the man started to get a little rough , holding on tighter and kissing neck, I started to get uncomfortable. I remember pushing against his arms, and pulling my head away from him. I'd stopped dancing completely, as the only thing on my mind was getting this psychopath off of me. He wouldn't let go. I'd look up to plead Bellamy for help, but he was gone.
I was very surprised when the man I was dancing with was yanked back, hard enough to pull me with him.
I remember Bellamy's blatant disregard of my weak protests as he beat this man in the middle of club's dance floor. The older Blake's fists hammered into this poor man face. I'd tried to make him stop by pulling him off, but he pushed me back roughly.
He almost killed him that night. Thank god Octavia, with the help of Lincoln, her body builder of a boyfriend, had manage to drag Bellamy out the door before he could.
Since then I've been afraid of Bellamy. If Octavia asked me over, I'd politely decline.
The one time, I'd seen him, I'd had flashbacks to that night, and when he tried to hug me a cringed back in fear. The look on his face broke my heart.
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I'd given in to Raven pleas of, "you'll be fine," and "please, mines short too!" and now I'm in the back of cab on the way to the club with my best-friend in a very reveling dress, if you could call it that.
"So, we're meeting Octavia and Lincoln there." She'd been talking for a while, but I wasn't really listening. Raven has a way with over-planning that gets overwhelming sometimes, so I just try not to listen.
