You're My Saviour // Ben Bruce (EDITING)

Seven

Ben and I have officially been going out for a month now.

Everything is perfect. I'm really getting close to all the band members, and they're a good distraction for my brother.

Tonight we were all going to a new club to have drinks and just... Socialize.

Something I desperately need to do more of.

I was going in a mid-thigh, tight black dress, black heels, and a leather jacket.

For some reason, it was oddly cold tonight. The whole week, the nights had been between 65 and 70 degrees. Tonight it was supposed to be 50 degrees.

Strange how things can change so suddenly.

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We met up with Ben and the others at the club. The club had just opened up yesterday, and we all wanted to check it out.

When we got there, it was pretty empty, but as an hour passed the club was packed.

The guys were trying to get me drunk again, but I didn't want another hangover.

It was starting to get really warm in the club as a result of all the bodies and sweaty dancers.

I went outside to get some fresh air, but little did I know I was being followed.

I was fixing my hair, when all of a sudden a hand pulls both my arms behind my back and pushes my to the ground.

"What the fuck?! Let go!" I exclaimed, frightened.

"Shut up, you little slut!" He didn't have an accent, so it wasn't one of the guys, and it certainly wasn't Shawn.

"Ben!" I was screaming as loudly as possible, just as the man started dragging me across the pavement to the pitch black alley between the club and an empty dirt lot.

I could smell alcohol on the man, and I knew he wasn't going to let go, so I frantically looked around for anyone to help me.

Luckily, Sam had been out there smoking a cigarette, so I took my chance and screamed,"Sam! Help!"

He turned his head in my direction, and his expression of confusion turned to one of anger.

He stomped out his cigarette and sped over to us and tackled my attacker to the ground and began punching him in the face.

Blood was running down the sides of the scraggly man's face, dripping onto the newly paved cement.

"Sam, that's enough! You'll kill him!" I whimper, looking away from the gory scene.

"I-I... Okay." He stopped his beating and pushed himself onto his feet.

His nose was bleeding and one of his eyes was swollen, I guess the guy landed a few lucky hits.

I hadn't even realized I had been crying until Sam wiped one of my tears away.

When we got back inside, all it took was one look at Sam for Ben to begin freaking out and firing questions at us.

"I'll tell you later, Ben." I mumble in his ear, too tired to explain.

"What happened Sam? Try to get at Lacey?" Danny's humor was used at all the wrong times.

"Shut the hell up, Danny." Sam growled, swiping his hand under his nose to clean the blood away.

Danny just shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

"I'm so glad you're okay, though. I would hate myself if something happened to you and I hadn't been there to help. I-Uh, thanks, mate." Ben patted Sam on the shoulder, earning a tight smile from him.

After we had left the club, I had fallen asleep in the car, and apparently Ben had carried me inside.

What an eventful night that was.

That's exactly why I don't go clubbing...

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I woke up at about 8 a.m. and my throat was painfully dry, so I quietly padded down the stairs.

As I filled up my cup of water, a snore caught my attention, and I froze, eyes wide, darting around frantically.

What in the -

I turned towards the sound and found Sam sleeping on the thing, his right arm dangling from the side of the old green cushioned thing which was so old and torn up that it didn't even deserve to be called a couch.

Poor lad. We'd both had one hell of a night, that's for sure.

I've decided that clubs just aren't my thing.

I preferred sitting at home reading a book or watching old movies.