Never Give Up {Zack Gomez}

Bad Memories

It had been a couple days since I had reconnected with Case and Tim, and had also restarted my training with them. During these few days my training has gotten harder as Case had learned that when I went back to live with Mike and our dad I had kept up with my training and increased my skill level.

I had trained with each one of the boys and found myself feeling unbelievably happy when surrounded by all of them.

Zack had grown on me too. Once I stopped being a complete bitch and actually got to know him I realized that despite being cocky he was actually really nice. He was one of those guys who was only himself and nice around his friends.

I was knocked out of my thoughts about Zack by Eve throwing my pillow at my face.

"E! What the hell?"

"You need to get dressed if we're going to meet Zack in time." She told me.

"I know. Sorry. I'll go get ready right now." I said walking to my room so I could get dressed and do my makeup.

After stripping out of the clothes I had worn to my classes I get dressed into my newest outfit. A cute black crop top, a short teal skirt with a triangle teal necklace and a bracelet and earrings to match. I pulled on a pair of black, 4 inch heels and grab my purse. Eve had straightened my hair this morning so I just brushed it and I was done.

Walking out of my room I grab my phone and fake ID and shove them both into my purse, making sure I had some money on me.

"Alright E, I'm ready to go. You all good?" I asked, seeing her frowning at her phone.

"Oh, yeah. Zack just texted though. Said he might be a little bit late and to go in without him." She answered, sadness seeping into her voice.

"That's fine. It'll be like a girls night out until he gets there. Now come on, we're going to dance the night away!"

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It was an hour after we had gotten to the club and I was more than half way to being completely drunk. Eve was my designated driver being that she drove us here and didn't trust me to drive. No idea why because I am a great driver.

Eve and I had just danced to ten songs in a row without stopping and I was now at the bar to get another shot. After downing it quickly and loving the burning feeling in my throat I stumble back to Eve and tell her that I was going to go to the bathroom.

Stumbling down the hall I push the bathroom door open and going into the stall I quickly do my business. Just as I was finishing up I hear the door open and a couple sets of feet walk in. No words are said and my drunk self thinks nothing of it until I walked out of the stall and found five men staring at me.

"Umm. The men's room is next door." I slur.

The next few moments go by in a blur and it takes a minute or two for my brain to process what's going on.

The guy closest to me quickly lunges forward and grips my arms as two others surge towards me and help to push me to the ground. The remaining two are getting closer to me and when they're in range, I slam a heeled shoe into each of their manly areas.

I struggle as hard as I can on the ground and manage to free my arms and throw my fists into two of their noses. I push myself up slightly only to be roughly thrown back onto the floor, my head hitting hard and making me dizzy and lightheaded.

The man who pushed me back into the ground pounds his fists into my face before I pull my leg up and in front of his neck and force his head hard into the ground, efficiently knocking him out.