My red high heels

The Club

Now

My head throbs as I think back to that first time, if I only had left him that day. But of course not, my own pride took a turn and I were not going to admit that my parents were right. I had nowhere to turn, he didn't like my friends so I had stopped meeting them half a year ago. And if I told his family of course they would take his side. But my biggest argument was his words. He had promised me that it would never happen again.

God, I wish I just had run away that day, if I had I wouldn't be stuck in this saturated grass in my stupid, stupid heels.

Next time it happened, it were a lot worse than an open hand slap.

......

Then

Michael Jackson's "Thriller" is pounding through the speakers and sweaty human body's is jumping up and down in a steady beat. The lights are blinking and I can feel my feet ache as adrenaline consumes my body. My hips swayed from side to side and my hands are nestling in Wills hair. He keeps one hand on my hip and one is holding me against his body. He gently presses my hip, trying to say something. I shake my head back and forth to tell him I can't hear him over the loud music.

"I need to go to the bathroom, can you wait at the bar?" He shouts.

"Yeah!" I screamed back. He gives me a kiss on the forehead as we pull apart.

Being only 5.3 is really annoying right now. Like a little fish in a big ocean I try to press myself through the big mass of people and towards the bar. Finally there I plumped down on one of the bar chairs and stroke my hair away from my face. Turning towards the bartender I order a strong mojito.

"Good choice." Says a nonchalant voice behind me. Turning around I see a guy maybe one or two years older than me.

"I know." I answered, popping one of my eyebrows up in a question angle.

"It's always interesting to meet a girl who knows her poison." He says as he takes a chair beside me. Smiling a cocky smile and leaning back on his chair, I prevent the feeling to roll my eyes at him. Guys like him only want one thing.

"Are you saying that girls are not as smart as boys?" I question him with a little hint in my voice. As I see him get a little nervous at my answer, a happy feeling jolts in my tummy. This jock needs to step down a few steps. But soon his facade is up and running again.

"Of course not, I said I find it interesting." He smirked. This time I actually rolled my eyes and turned back facing the bar.

"Well I'm not interested." Clearly showing my disinterest.

"Of course you are babe. Who don't want a piece of this?" Throwing one arm around my shoulder he nods down at his body.

"Well I don't, so please remove your arm." I'm now really tired of this dude, he totally destroyed my mood. Before he can respond anything I can feel his arm being ripped off my shoulders and his body jerks off the chair he sat in. A furious Will is standing behind me, with gritted teeth and a strong hold on the other guy's shirt.

"Leave her the fuck alone, or I will personally remove you!" He aggressively growls. Pushing the man so he stumbles a few steps back hitting the bar.

"Or do you want me to start now?" Will continues, taking a large step forward striking for the first hit.

"Will please, he was just about to leave. Weren't you?" I ask the man and takes a steady grip on Wills arm. The guy only nods as he quickly retreats the scene. Will glares at his back, and throws an arm around my waist.

"Let's go home." He says as he drags me towards the exit.