Youtuber Oneshots

~74: Worth It~

"Maybe it's the champagne going to my head, but tonight was pretty fun," I murmured as I pulled my jacket tighter around me.

The cool air was slightly sobering as I walked with my date back to my house. He'd parked there since the restaurant was close by.

His arm snaked around my shoulders and I was pulled into his side.

"I hope it's not the champagne because I thought it was nice too," he said.

I shot him a small smile but couldn't help internally cringing at the feel of his arm around me. When I tried to gently pull away, his grip tightened.

As fun as the date had been, it was only our first and I didn't know him any longer than a week ago when we met at the coffee shop. I was no where near wanting much physical contact yet.

I didn't really want any physical contact with anyone since... well since Anti left really. I was proud of myself for even agreeing to the date with this guy because I've been absurdly antisocial and withdrawn the past month.

Something about losing the person you were falling in love with really tears the heart to bits.

I was regretting the date now when he kept refusing to let me go and didn't stop at his car, instead following me up onto the porch.

Pulling my keys out, I made a show of unlocking it and then cleared my throat loudly as I peeled away from him.

"Well, thank you for the fun evening. Maybe we can do it another time?" I replied, immediately wanting to smack myself for even mentioning it.

He smirked and leaned in close, so close I recoiled in defense and cracked my head painfully against the front door. He only laughed.

"Why wait for another time? We could keep the fun going... right... now."

When his hand was suddenly wrapped in my hair, I attempted to shove him but he was much bigger than myself.

"Stop!" I snapped out, "Please, just leave!"

His laugh was sinister in my ear as his mouth pressed sickly hot kisses to my cheek.

"No, no. I paid damn near one hundred dollars for that fucking dinner. No way am I leaving without some repayment."

"Ohh God, no," I whimpered.

I tried to turn away, tried shouldering him, and when I went to scream, I was silenced with hard blow across my other cheek.

"Oi! Fooker! Get offa' her before I ye right here and now!"

Relief washed over like a waterfall when I heard that voice. Any anger and grief I felt towards Anti was replaced with gratitude when the big oaf was pulled off me and went tumbling down the steps.

I wanted to look but the cry of pain and sounds of blows landing had me keeping them closed. I knew the kind of carnage Anti could cause.

"I tried ta fookin' stay outta it. I was a saint as I watched ye be an ass at the restaurant, talkin' like a hoity toity fuckwad, but touchin' her, 'speially without her permission, that's where I draw the fookin' line! Spineless, dickless, little cunt is what ye are!"

Blow after blow was heard and the sound soon turned wet and I swore I heard bones snapping. After a few more minutes, it stopped. There was nothing but silence and then he was against me, panting heavily.

I went limp against his chest and reveled in the feeling of his arms squeezing me tight.

"C'mon, let's get ye inside," he muttered quietly.