Words are Words (Dan Smith - Bastille Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

I chewed at the inside of my lip and tried to walk away from this horrible situation I somehow'd got myself caught into. However it wasn't all that simple, the aggressive looking man stopped me before I could run away.

"Where do you think you're going?" He slurred his speech. His dirty hand gripped on to my fragile wrist, pulling me back into his grasp.

"Get off me!" I cried, struggling to pull my arm out of his clasp when without warning he pulled my body in further, his sharp ring digging into my chest.

He took his height as an advantage to observe my breasts, clearly in full view because of the position I was currently being held in. I tried my best to pull my jacket closer together, but it didn't work. The man was clearly amused by my actions as he let out a low, husky laugh. I scoffed in revulsion, turning my head away from his arrogant expression. I felt his rough stubble scrape against my face like sandpaper as he leaned his mouth towards my right ear.

"You're coming with me."

His words sent shivers down my spine, making my heartbeat quicken under his touch. He started to walk elsewhere, dragging my unwillingly body along with him. My wrist was superglued to his hand; he was surprisingly strong for someone clearly wasted.

My only instinct at this moment was to call out for help. At least he had lost some sense that he would've probably had when sober and hadn't covered my mouth; because then I'd definitely be in trouble.

"HELP!" I screamed as loud as my voice box could take.

I heard someone running behind us but I unfortunately I couldn't see; my sense of vision was blocked by the man's other hand. I tried to prevent his actions, but he soon took full control, reaching his hand up to my face and slapping me bone dry. The pain came soon afterwards. My cheek was raging in pain and heat, blood red in colour. My heartbeat could be heard in my eardrums, and everything felt as if it had just slowed down for a few seconds. It was all too much for me.

Suddenly, I heard a faint mumble of words and the fact entered my mind that somebody had saved me from this nightmare. My eyes adjusted to the recent shape of a male figure stood in front of my blurred vision. A comforting hand slid down my lower arm and gripped on to the drunk man's fingers, removing the tight sensation in one rapid movement from my (newly) swollen wrist. I took this as an opportunity to take this part of my arm in-between the palm of my other hand, shivering fingers running over the red, scratched spot.

"Get out of here!" I heard a deep voice yell.

My neck jolted up wards to see the drunk man stumble away in the distance, to receive an extensive sigh of relief from my jittering breath. I'd almost recovered just enough to thank the man who had rescued me; if this situation was reversed, I didn't even want to think about how I would've coped.

"Thank you, I don't know what to sa-"

"You don't have to thank me. It was my pleasure...to save you." Hearing someone else say it made it all the more real. He knew that he was saving me. And that made me feel vulnerable.

Our eyes locked together for a brief moment in time where I'd actually managed to calm myself down a little; enough for me to catch what he looked like, and recognising where I'd seen him before.

"Hey, you're the guy from Stone Acre, right? I saw you, earlier today." I spoke croakily.

"The bookshop? Yeah, I recognise you too!"

We both smiled at each other before our eyes drifted away to things elsewhere, his own pair gazing in the direction of my cheek, it was probably a pretty obvious mark. I'd forgotten the pain until he mentioned it, the stinging sensation I was suddenly beginning to feel kicking in.

"Is that okay? Looks like he hit you pretty hard."

I brought my hand up to my face and felt the hot area, rubbing it up and down slowly.

"Yeah, guys ey?"

Even though it was supposed to sound like a joke, it wasn't particulary funny. But this was my reality. Some of the time, I guess.

"We're not all bad." He murmered, looking back up from the ground to my eyes. We exchanged smiles before the silence returned. His words calmed me, I had only just been speaking to him for two minutes but he'd already made an impact on how I felt.

"Anyway, what is a girl like you doing out on the streets at 8 o'clock?" He questioned as he checked his watch.

It was eight? Wow, time went quick. I rubbed my forehead, trying to remember my purpose for being out here.

"I..um, I...oh, food. I was going to buy food." I answered, rubbing my eyes.

He shoved his hands in his denim jacket pockets, pulling out a few coins and spreading them around in his palm to count them.

"Do you like pizza?"

It seemed as if he had completely ignored what I was saying, was he.. asking me out?

"Sure, why?"

He began to walk away, not looking back, leaving me standing behind unaware of what to do or say.

"Well are you coming? To get pizza? I'm starving."

I followed, not responding. This was happening quite fast, very unexpectedly. I was going to get pizza with a complete stranger. Weirdly, it felt like I'd known him ages, it sounded cliché but I couldn't help how I felt.

"I'm Dan by the way."

He held his hand out, in response I shook it lightly, looking back up at his light blue eyes.

"Violet."