Tw: no actual rape but some touching without consent and stuff PLEASE DONT READ IF IT WILL PUT YOU IN AN UNSAFE SITUATION. Love you xx
06/04/18
Hands. Roaming every inch of my skin, getting way too close for comfort.
Fingers. Groping skin and clutching handfuls of clothes.
Nails. Digging into thighs, leaving tiny, crescent shaped marks.
The music in the club is thumping, loud and it makes my ears ring. I try pushing the guy off me, shouting no repeatedly.
The club is nearly empty, no one to save me. I look around desperately, begging silently for someone to come to my aid.
The guy is older than me, maybe 27 and although he is good looking, he is frightening the crap out of me.
He comes close to my face, his breath fans across my cheeks, reeking of alcohol.
"Cmon baby, let me take you back to mine", he whispers.
I push him again but he only falls back against me.
"No thanks", I tell him icily.
I whip my head around again, wishing I hadn't come tonight, wishing I hadn't stayed after my friends all left, wishing I hadn't been so stupid.
"Cmon. You look so hot in that outfit", his eyes trail my whole body greedily and he winks at me.
I almost throw up.
"At least let me buy you another shot", he offers.
I decline, knowing that drinking more in front of this man would leave me so much more vulnerable, the last thing I want is to pass out in front of this stranger.
He rests his hand on my knee, slowly inching forward, ignoring the fact he has no consent.
I slap his hand off and he pulls away looking annoyed, I inhale sharply, I don't want to make him angry.
"What was that?", he growls, his eyes darkening.
"Sorry", I mumble.
"I need to use the bathroom", I tell him, pushing past him roughly.
I speed walk as quickly as possible in heels across the club, my eyes scanning for exits.
I turn around for a moment, he's still watching me.
I find the bathroom and push the door, stumbling in although I am not that drunk.
I stand at the sink, trying desperately to control my breathing. I start crying before I can compose myself.
I look at my reflection in the mirror, my skirt has been pushed up my thighs, I regret wearing such a low cut top.
My friends had encouraged me to wear it, telling me it looked amazing.
"Cmon y/n", my best friend had said, "we are going across the road to the bar"
I was too busy eyeing up the stranger across the club, I wish I hadn't.
He had been friendly at first, but when he first started touching and I refused to comply, he became a bit too friendly.
My hands shake as I dial my best friends number, desperately hoping that she will pick up. When she doesn't my heart sinks and I immediately dial again.
None of them answer. I wish I could be angry at them, but I know this is my own fault, I should have more sense than to stay with no back up and a strange, drunk man.
I wipe my eyes, my hands streaking mascara and eyeliner down my face.
I don't know if I'll be able to bring myself to re enter the club, but i don't think i can hide in the bathroom all night.
Truth is, i am afraid of just how far he might go.
Suddenly the door is pushed open loudly, I spin away from my reflection quickly, crossing my fingers behind my back and hoping it's not him.
A pair of bright blue eyes blink at me from the doorway and I breath a sigh of relief.
"This is the ladies restroom", I tell him quietly, still shaken up.
"You can't be in here"
"I'm sorry", he replies, "but I saw what happened out there and I had to make sure you were okay. He had no right to touch you like that"
"Thanks", I mumble, still wary of this guy. I've learned my lesson and I'll play it safe from now on.
"I'm George" he introduces himself.
"Y/n"
"What can I do to help?", he asks in a concerned voice.
I look into his eyes and they stare at me, innocently and genuinely worried for me. I breathe deeply.
"Umm I'm not really sure. This has never happened before", I tell him honestly.
"Do you have someone you can call?", he says. He starts walking closer to me, slowly, as if I'm an animal he doesn't want to scare off.
"None of my friends have answered"
"What about 911?", he asks.
I shake my head violently.
"The last thing I want is more drama and more of that guys face"
He nods, but looks uncertain.
"I just wouldn't want him to do that to anyone else"
"Yeah but it's not like the police can prosecute him, he didn't actually rape me", I reason.
"Yeah I guess. I hated seeing him do that to you. I wanted to help. I was about to and then you ran off", he tells me, "sorry for following you", he adds.
"No I appreciate it", I assure him with a small smile.
"It's okay. I know a back door. You can leave without him seeing. I'll call you a cab", he says sweetly and I smile at him gratefully.
While he calls the cab i study his features. He really is beautiful but I came too close to danger tonight to get involved with anyone else this soon. I just need to go home and go to bed.
He hangs up the phone a moment later and I look away so he doesn't catch me staring.
"The cab is on its way. It'll be here in 5 minutes"
He leads me down a secret passage I hadn't noticed before and out a back door into the freezing early morning air.
I shiver at the temperature and he looks at my outfit. I pull down my skirt self consciously.
"Damn you must be freezing", he sympathises as he shrugs off his jacket. He hands it to me and I accept it, feeling guilty.
"Thank you"
"It's okay", just then a cab pulls up right in front of us.
"George I really appreciate everything you've done for me. You're an amazing guy", i tell him honestly.
"Do you need a lift home?", I ask gesturing to the waiting taxi.
"No my friends are still in the club", he says ," either wondering where I am or they're too drunk to notice", he laughs beautifully.
I go to take his jacket off, "no keep it", he says firmly.
"But you'll need it later", I reason.
"I'll be fine you're wearing a lot less clothes than I am and you need it more", he laughs a little.
"But what if I don't see you again?", I ask anxiously.
"Then you have something to remember me by", he says earnestly but I wonder if I want to remember any of tonight, maybe I'm too drunk anyway.
I open the back door of the taxi.
"Thank you so much for helping me George", I call
He watches as the car pulls away and I watch as he re enters the club, I selfishly hope there isn't another girl in there waiting for him.
