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* trigger . sexual assault *
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Deborah and I stumbled through the pub hallway, still packed with drunk men and women, buzzing from the live music and alcohol. I had not drank barely enough to make me tipsy; Debs, however, was slaughtered. She was clearly not able to function, after her break up with Tim. Dragging her by the arm, we finally made it out of the toilets and back to the exit. Before we could make it out, however, two men stepped in front of us, guarding the door. They lazily smirked at us, raking their eyes up and down our bodies. Now really regretting my decision to not cover up more, my arms covered my exposed midriff consciously. Deborah, too drunk to care, simply repeated Tim's name over and over.
"Excuse me." I said quietly, taking a step forward. They only stood taller though, in an attempt to intimidate us. It worked.
"No, you're not going out there. There are all kinds of strange men out at this time, you have to be safe." The taller one slurred, his almost bald head nearly reaching the ceiling. The other one, fairer and with long hair, similar to Roger, stood near Deborah, biting his lip and lazily running his fingers down her forearm. She giggled in response, hiccuping every so often.
"I'm sure we'll be fine. Our boyfriends are out there waiting for us." I smiled through the fear. I was of course meaning Roger and Brian. It wasn't totally a lie; they were waiting for us. The two men's heads looked out the doors, and returned to us a split second later.
"I can't see them. Why don't you come back to my flat? We're having a little after party." He said. I had noticed that the hallway was beginning to empty - they were all going back inside to party until the pub closed. It was only us four. Deborah was now leant against the short one, arms resting over his shoulders. The tall one then looked over to his friend, clearly jealous that he could get more out of Debs than I was giving.
"No, thank you." I had hoped that politeness would sweeten him up, but it only seemed to annoy him more, evident as he slammed his fist against the door when I went to open it. The noise made me jump back in surprise, against the wall. He took this as an opportunity, and thrusted towards me. His grimy hands ran over my hips, my waist, and down to my bum. I gasped, not enjoying the sudden contact. Too frozen to say anything, he pressed his lips to my neck, stubble itching my skin. "Stop it." I mumbled, not able to produce anymore volume from my shell shocked mouth. The two men shared what looked like a signal, and dragged us both to the fire exit. This snapped me out of my shock, and I let out a scream as the cold air hit me.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I cried, his large hand tightly secured around my wrist. As I turned my head to check on Debs, I saw that she was now unconscious, and in the mans arms, most likely due to the large amount of alcohol in her system.
"Shut her up, Mark."
"What did you do to her?!" I asked, horrified. A sweaty hand clamped over my mouth tightly. I saw car, just outside of the fire exit. This was it. They were going to take us, and we were going to die. Cold, alone, and -
My thoughts were interrupted by the undeniable sound that resembled a fist connecting with someone. The hand on my wrist had gone, and was replaced by a comforting arm around my shoulder. Looking up, I met the eyes of the man from the bar. He gave me a sympathetic smile, and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly.
"You're alright, darling." He said, his voice so beautiful. I then looked over to the two men, now on the floor, above them was Roger and Brian. Blood coated their fists, Roger adjusting his rings whilst looking over to me. His face held an expression of anger and concern, whilst still somehow holding his classic smirk. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding when I saw Deborah safely on a near bench, not awake, but safe. The men on the floor groaned, one holding their nose, the other shielding their head, ready incase they'd get anymore hits.
"You two fucking scum bags get out of here. Now." Roger spat venomously, watching as they got up and scurried into their car, putting the ignition on, and driving away quickly. Roger took a step towards me,
"Are you ok?" He asked, still fiddling with his rings. I nodded, wiping a tear from my eye. The man comforting me released me from his hold, leaving me feeling strangely alone.
"I-I. Thank you. All of you. God knows what would've happened if you weren't here." I said, feeling strange and disgusting.
"Don't thank us. We thought it was weird when you hadn't come out. I know girls take ages in the loo, but that was record time." Brian spoke kindly, checking on my sister, who was coming around.
"Yes. It's lucky that I was here. You two brutes couldn't handle those men without me." The lanky fellow joked, his large teeth in a wide smile. "I feel incredibly rude for not introducing myself throughout this evening. I'm Freddie, Freddie Mercury." He spoke with a sense of pride. I shook his outstretched hand.
"It's lovely to meet you. I'm Julia, that's my sister Deborah," I motioned to my drunk sister, who Brian was currently tending to, "and you two. Thank you so much, I can't say it enough." I said to Roger and Brian, a soft laugh escaping my lips. I was still in a state of shock, feeling slightly delirious. Roger gave me a genuine smile, and nodded. Brian stopped from rubbing my now vomiting sisters back, and repeated Roger.
I then realised Freddie was still standing next to me, giving Roger and Brian a happy smile.
"We best get you home, girls." Brian spoke, standing up with Deborah under his shoulder. She sloppily stood up, leaning against him. Brian then looked to Freddie, "see you tomorrow, then? Midday?" I gave them all a puzzled look.
"I didn't realise you knew each other?" I queried.
"Oh, we don't. It seems that I'm now part of the band, darling." Freddie grinned, gesturing with his hands.
