Where She Went

Chapter 2

ASHER'S POV

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I want to say that I met Brooklyn in a cute romantic way, like those High School love stories. Like I knocked down her books and I helped her pick it up. Our hands touched, and we fell in love.

That's bull crap.

No one, fucking falls in love like that. That's so cliché. Like that doesn't happen in real life. It's overused and retarded.

Hell, my parents met after my dad ran over my mom's dog. He comforted her and somehow they ended up together. And it's weird that that's the most romantic story I've ever heard.

Besides Her of course.

Because nothing is more romantic than a man falling in love with a phone.

No, I am being 100% honest when I say this..... I met Brooklyn at a bar. I was there for my step brother. He was getting married so we threw him a huge party at a bar. I sat in a booth in the corner. I was bored out of my mind. I wasn't allowed to drink yet. My brother's friend, Derek, offered me a few drinks. But I refused. Someone needed to drive us home tonight.

I looked over to my left and saw a girl. You could tell she was underaged. Her body was small, and fragile. An over sized hoodie hid her from the chaos of the bar. Her dirty worn out converse hovered over the dirty checkered tile. She looked thirteen.

A man sat next to her. Two drinks in his had. He took turns sipping each of them. He put his arm around her and kissed her, she tried to pry him off her. The man looked in his late forty's. He whispered things in her ear and she looked down at the floor. The man screamed at her and took the hood off her head. Her brown curly hair was frizzy, and when she turned, she clearly had a black eye, even in the dim lighting I could see the purple, blue, black and red bruises on her face.

I got out of my seat when I decided I couldn't take it any more. "Excuse me do you know this girl?" I asked angrily.

"Yerp." He slurred. "She's mine."

I pushed him and he fell back knocking down two stools. He got up and swayed side to side. I was expecting him to lunge at me and have a bar fight and ruin my brother's party, but he just wiped his mouth and said, "Damn. Made me spill my drink." And left to go to the men's room.

I turned back to the girl, I thought she would've been crying or horrified, but she was calm. Like she was used to this type of thing. I stared at her, she had the craziest eyes, they were grey, like one of those days were the sky is full of dark clouds but it never rains.

I hated those days.

"If your here to come and rescue me then think I'll come home with you, then fuck off." She said out of no where. She covered her head with the hood and continued to just sit there, looking at the tile floor.

"A thank you would've been enough." I sat next to her, looking at the colored lights above us. She moved some of her curly hair out of her face. "I didn't need you help." That angered me.

"How did you get in here? Your like a little kid?? He could've done something bad to you! He could've, he could've-"

"Raped me?" She asked looking at he with those freaky eyes. They were cold, hard and impossible to read. I couldn't tell what she was feeling like I could with others. Why did she hide herself so well?

"Well yeah..." I said awkwardly.

"How old do you think I am?" She asked glaring at me, that glare would've sent monster running for its mommy.

I gulped. "Twelve?"

She laughed. And looked at me, "I'm ️fifteen." She said. She was only two years younger than me. "Oh." Was all I could say.

She took a sip of a drink. "How did you get that?" I asked.

"Get what."

"The drink."

She motioned her head over to behind the counter where a beautiful girl that looked like an older version of her was. She dressed in booty shorts and a tank top. Very much unlike this girl. Her hair was straight and blonde, the girl I was talking to had brown curly hair. They were very different. The blonde one had her long tan legs wrapped around the bartender as they made out. I made a disgusted face.

She laughed. "That's Emily, she's my sister. I never understood why she did shit Like that. Wearing that type of clothes.... But if someone did what they did to her, you lose all self respect for yourself and you end up like that. It happened to me too. But instead of showing my body I covered it. Her black hoodie seemed smaller now, and her skinny jeans seemed tighter too.

"What?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

She shrugged my question off and got off of the stool. "Can you take me home? Please." She asked. She kept looking at the men's bathroom door. Like she was worried the man would come out. I sighed and grabbed my keys from my pocket. She grabbed my hand and I led her through the crowd. I passed by Derek, "Tell my brother I'll be back." The we left the bar.

As we got in the car she looked at me and said. "My name is Brooklyn."

I smiled at her. "Hi Brooklyn, my name is Asher."