My Bad Boy's Diary

~Forty-Seven~ Danger Close

*WARNING: This chapter includes content that might be upsetting to some audience members.

Teen drug use, harsh language, and strong sexual suggestions.

Reader discretion is advised.

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I had no idea what time it was.

I was drunk and high and dancing with Cole now, so everything was okay.

I put my arms up in the air and let out a happy rebel yell so that Dalton would know how good a time I was having.

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Dalton couldn't even remember the last time he'd been this pissed off.

He went to splash water on his face from the ocean and tried to get the beer out of his hair.

He was seriously about to ditch the stupid party and simply leave Brooklyn there to her fate, when he saw her dancing with Cole.

And he had seen her eyes earlier; she was high and he doubted she even knew what she was high on.

Cole had his hands on her hips as they danced, her ass backed up into his crotch, and there was something about Brooklyn's movements that Dalton didn't like. A certain sluggishness that hinted at the state of mind she would soon be in.

Dalton sighed to himself. It didn't matter how mad he was at her right then. He already knew he wasn't gonna leave his girl to the mercy of that creep, Cole.

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I was having a good time, minding my own business, even if I was starting to feel a little bit weird. When suddenly something hit me hard right in the stomach.

With a grunt of complete shock, I found myself staring down at the dirt, hanging upside down.

What the-?

"Dalton! What the f*ck, dude?! Put her down!"

I was being held over someone's shoulder, I finally realized with my addled little brain. And that someone was Dalton.

A hand was clamped over my ass to keep me firmly in place, and when I squirmed, his grip only tightened.

"Back off, Carver." Dalton growled from beneath me.

The world spun and I almost hurled everywhere.

"Drop her, Patricelli! What is wrong with you? She chose me!"

"'Cause she doesn't know what a sick freak you are. I promised your ma I wouldn't kill you after what happened, but if you keep f*ckin' round with Brooklyn, I may have to break that promise." This was snarled by Dalton and I struggled to focus on the conversation as my head began to throb from being upside down.

"I would never. This isn't like that-" Cole seemed genuinely flustered for once. "She isn't like Sunshine-"

"Shut the f*ck up! You don't get to say her f*cking name to me. You wanna test those steel screws they put in your jaw after the last time we danced?" Dalton was speaking in a silky smooth voice now that gave me the willies in the worst kind of way.