I may be tipsy. Ok, a lot more than tipsy, maybe wasted.
I've been at Renzo's for maybe an hour. I only ask Tony for the strong stuff. It helps me forget.
I walk over over to the bar and sit on the cold bar stool. "Pour me another mate," I giggle as I look towards Tony. "Im cutting you off sweet cheeks," he says as he hands me a water. I hear the ice cling against the glass, feeling the cold water on my fingertips. "You're no fun," I pout as I gulp down the water, feeling it cool my body.
I smell a strong scent of cologne surround me as I finish my water.
"Hey Chris, do you mind taking my niece home for me," Tony asks the person I'm guessing is Chris. "Why can't you just call her a cab, I'm not an uber," he says as he glares at me.
"Im right here asshole." "Excuse me?" he sneers.
"Chris please, she needs someone to look out for her," Tony pleads. "Like hell I do!" I shout over the music, walking out of the club. "Van, wait," I hear Tony say as i feel the wind create goosebumps on my skin.
I stumble my way down the sidewalk, feeling the alcohol rush through my body. I start to hear the faint sound of footsteps echoing off the pavement behind me.
"What are you doing out here alone darlin'." "Why don't I show you a good time."
"Fuck off," I seethe as I try to walk faster. I stumble over my feet, falling onto the cold concrete. I feel my knees split open, dripping blood onto the ground.
"There you are," I hear behind me as I feel hands on my arms. "Don't touch me!" I yell as I try to stand on my not so steady feet. "Come on sweetheart, you know you want me," he says as he puts his hand on my thigh, gradually rising.
I scream, trying my hardest to get away. I feel my arms scrape against the ground as I continue to struggle on the ground. I feel the wind pick up, making my teeth chatter. "Let me go!" I yell, determined to get him off of me.
The creep is suddenly pulled off of me as I feel cold hands pick me off the ground. "You're so fucking helpless," I hear, causing me to turn toward the voice.
"Who the hell said you had to help me asshole." I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself.
I see Chris shut his eyes and take in a breathe. I see his eyes open as they drift slowly to my bloody knees.
"We should get you home before you end up in an alley somewhere," he grabs my arm, dragging me behind him.
"I don't need your help," I seethe as I try to get out of his grip. "Sure you don't," he lets go, watching me. "Go on," he says as he walks away from me.
"What the hell!" I yell toward him, stomping behind him. "You can't just leave me here!" I yell as he disappears, as if I was never here.
