It's Been A Long Time... [Desperate Measures Sequel]

TwentySeven.

"Dean?" I spoke his name as I walked the busy streets. There were many people out in the streets moving from one club to the next or on their way home after a night out. 

I listened as I heard the music in the background of the line stop, "Natasha?"

"You called me earlier," I said almost like I was trying to find an opening to this conversation. 

"Oh, that," he mumbled. "Yeah I didn't mean to, I was supposed to call Stephanie, your name is next to hers in my contacts."

My heart dropped at his excuse, "Never mind then." I smiled as I spoke trying to sound happy. 

I listened for a second, I knew he was still there but no words were spoken, I stared out into space for a second before I removed the phone from my ear and ended the call before sliding my phone into my pocket and sighing to myself. 

As I stood there I was in disbelief, I hoped, I needed him to be calling me for me. I enjoyed hearing his voice, it was like a drug to me, everything about him was like a drug to me. I wanted him in my life, needed him in my life. 

Looking around I walked to a nearby club, I headed towards the bar where I ordered myself a large alcohol drink before drinking it and ordering a second. As I ordered my third drink I leaned against the bar, my head in my hands. 

Had I turned into my ex-husband? Drinking all the time. It was getting out of control, I was a mess. Even thinking all of this I continued to drink the alcohol that was put in front of me. 

"Don't you think you've had enough sweetie?" I heard someone's voice say, I looked up at a dark-haired male who had the brightest green eyes. 

I raised an eyebrow, "I don't think it's any of your business, do you?"

He smiled as he sat on the stool next to me, "I like girls with a bit of spunk."

My eyes returned to my drink before I lifted it to my lips again and drank the remainder of it. "I like men who buy me drinks."

The green-eyed man looked me up and down before using his hand to get to barman's attention before he ordered me a drink, "So sweetie, maybe in exchange for this drink you can give me your name?"

I smiled, "Natasha."

"Oh that is beautiful," he said with a smirk. He pushed the drink in front of me before he took my hand and kissed the back of my hand. 

Wow, such a sleaze bag. I didn't even know what I wanted right now but I wasn't going to turn down this drink he'd brought me. I didn't even know what it was, I must have zoned out when he ordered it. 

Curling my fingers around the glass I lifted it up before giving it a quick sniff, there didn't seem to be any smell. I looked at the guy before smiling. 

"Aren't you going to drink it?" He asked me as he watched me intensely. 

Lifting the glass to my lips I didn't hesitate to drink the clear liquid in one quick mouthful before slamming the glass on the bar. "As nice as that was I need to get going."

The man watched me as I climbed off the stool and staggered towards the door before he appeared at my side just as I nearly fell. I grabbed his arm and smiled at him, "Thanks."

"Let's get you into a taxi," I heard him say as I used him to help me stay upright. 

He helped me out of the club and flagged down a taxi, once in the taxi I leaned against the back seat, my eyes rolling back due to the amount I had drunk. The man next to me was looking through something, but I was so far gone I could barely see. I heard him say something to the driver but I couldn't make it out, my head was spinning, everything much worse as soon as I felt the taxi begin to move. 

Closing my eyes I tried to push away the vomit that was caught in the back of my throat, my mind wasn't even thinking about anything apart from trying to stay awake. I needed to stay awake. My hands felt for my bag but instead, I found my hands being held, almost like I couldn't move my hands away from whoever was holding them. 

"Hey sweetie," I heard someone cooing. 

My eyes squinted open to see a man, I think he was the same man from the bar, his green eyes were so bright as I looked at them. "Where are we?" 

He put his hand on my arm and led me out of the back of the taxi, I looked up and made out some bright letters, I had no idea where I was, but I think I'd been here before. "It's okay," he soothed as I used him to lean on. "Let's get you into bed."

I used him to help me walk towards the building, my vision still doubled as we entered through some automatic opening doors. "You know," I mumbled, "Right now I could really do with a cigarette. When I drink I always smoke." I twirled my fingers through my hair as we got into a lift, "You are much nicer than the last guy I was seeing," the words tumbled out like no one's business. "I really hate him you know? He won't even talk to me now, I can barely get a phone conversation out of him."

"It's okay love, I'll show you a good time, I'll treat you nicely," I heard him speak but the words just went in and out of my brain. 

I quickly covered my ears as the lift dinged as the doors opened, taking my hands away and looking up I squinted my eyes at the bright lights. Green eyes continued to lead me, my feet struggling to walk in a straight line. 

Watching he lead me to a room, opening it with a card he held in his hand. Walking over to the bed I stumbled over and laid on it looking at the bag on the floor, "This is my hotel room," I was confused, "How did we get here?"

I listened as he closed the door and watched as he came into my view. "Don't you worry about that now sweetie, why don't we get you more comfortable now?" He walked closer to the bed I was laying on before he reached for the shirt that was loosely fitted before he pulled it off and threw it on the floor. 

My eyelids were growing heavy as I tried to turn over and away from him but his large hands held me in place. "I wanna go to sleep!" I tried to push him away but he was stronger than me. 

"Listen to me," his nails dug into my arms as he lingered over me, his body heavy as I struggled to move. "Girls like you need to be taught a lesson, girls like you always tease and then back out at the last minute. Not tonight."

I struggled a little more against him but I wasn't strong enough, my voice didn't seem to be working either. Just as I managed to make a noise "Help!" his hand covered my mouth before using his other hand to slap me across the face before his hand pawed at my top, ripping it exposing my bra. My face was stinging, it was the worse pain I'd ever felt, maybe it was amplified by the alcohol in my system making it much much worse than it actually was.

My arms were frozen in place, all of a sudden I was on display and very aware of it, very uncomfortable with this situation. I could feel my face was getting wet, I was crying, was it the pain or everything else what was happening? It was probably both. 

I needed to get out of here, I didn't want to be here right now. All I could think about was how I shouldn't have hung up the phone, how I should have made more conversation, I should have been brave and just gone to see Dean. 

Moving my legs I managed to move him off me, before getting up slowly, my legs not quite working as well as they should be, I got to the door, my hands struggling with the lock before his hands came up behind me pulling me back, I let out a little scream before he covered my face with my shirt. Chemical fumes filled my nose as I struggled against him, my body giving up the fight pretty quickly before everything went black.