Bambi's POV
"Hello?" I say into my phone, hoping my voice doesn't sound too groggy from my sleep.
"Bambi, It's Victoria, I'm sorry about the other day, to make it up I'll come pick you up in an hour we're going out tonight!" I think my right ear is going deaf from the loud tone she's speaking in.
"But it's like 1:33 am Victoria, what are we going to do at this time?" I ask hoping it's not a party.
"Clubbing! I'm going to take you to a club, no matter what!" she says, while I slowly climb out of bed.
"Okay, fine. I'll be ready in an hour!" at least it's not a party.
"I'll buy you a drink, what would you like?" Victoria smiled as we approched the bar. We both sat on a stool.
"I think I'll have a margarita if you don't mind." It was a crowded night, loads of sweaty drunken people were dancing all around. Drunk people trying to walk is the funniest thing to see. The bartender comes back in no less than 3 minutes with our drinks and I thank Victoria for paying.
"Bambi, not to ruin your mood but I think the guy at the diner is here," she says pointing at the other end of the bar. Goddamn, why is he everywhere I go? Just as it gets better, I find a scruffy, drunk man heading my way.
"Hello there, darling." He says.
"Sorry, I'm with her," I point to Victoria but just as I turn around towards her, she isn't in her chair anymore.
"Sorry, love I don't see anyone," he smirks, and all I want to do is get away from this drunk. He's probably 10 years older than me and he smells like horse shit.
"Well, I'm taken," I glare at him.
He leans in an whispers in my ear, "Oh, c'mon baby, I'm just trying to have some fun." he places his hand on my thigh and I try to move it away but he just keeps tugging at the hem of my dress. Why did I have to wear a short dress? Fuck.
He begins to kiss and nip at my neck and I try to push him away but I can't.
"Stop!" I say with force, but he just doesn't stop. Suddenly, he grabs my arm tightly and drags me with him towards the men's restroom. Trying to get away from his grip I almost fall to the ground, but he just keeps pulling towards the restroom.
"Someone, help!" I yell to the crowd of drunk people, but they're too drunk to get their minds off of themselves.
As we reach towards the restroom, I begin to panic even more and I can feel balls of sweat roll down the side the of my head. The man pushes me and pins my hands up against the wall. He starts kissing my neck, gradually moving towards my breasts.
"STOP, STOP, STOP, PLEASE STOP!" I yell at him, trying to wriggle my hands out of his grip, but he just wont listen.
"She said stop!" the familiar voice of Luke lessens the amount of anxiety I'm feeling. Luke pulls the man's shoulders towards him, and punches his face.
"Hey! She's mine!" The man yells, he quickly tries to punch Luke back in the face but he misses and stumbles on the floor.
"No she's not you crusty-old bastard!" Luke kicks him in the stomach, and grabs my wrist and takes me out of the restroom and out of the club.
"Are you alright?" He asks as he releases his grip and looks at me.
"I-I'm okay, thank you, Luke. I-"
"I'm going to take you home, let's go," he interrupts and I follow him to his car. I check the time on my phone and it is now 3:09 am.
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