wonderlani

Chapter 12

The following chapter contains the following: sexual assault, violence, and implications of stalking. If you have a previous history with said abuses, please skip this chapter. Otherwise, I will see you, everyone, at the end of the chapter. Thank you and #keeponwriting!

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"Turn that shit up Dagger! Don't pussyfoot me! WE! We are-" Lousia giggled lightly, throwing back another strawberry shot, "We are the queens! The goddess! The whole mother-"

"Okay! Okay! We get it Throne!" Zara laughed, sipping on her beer as she wrapped her arm around Lousia's shoulders. Lizzie jumped back and forth on the balls of her feet probably wasted off a shot of strawberry vodka. She was always a lightweight. Nattie threw her drink back, her neck snapped back with the glass against her mouth. I looked on, sitting away from them at the very end of the bar, nursing water. Louisa wrapped her arms around Zara tightly, as she dragged her onto the dancefloor behind them.

I looked back down at my water, swirling it around in my glass. I sighed while looking down at my watch with a sigh, "Only nine-thirty, three hours left." I took a sip of my drink, sitting it back down. My legs crossed at my knees, my jeans not too baggy but not too tight either. My shirt not tight, not loose. My hair pulled into a tight bun on the top of my head. My feet nervously tapped against the bar.

My eyes wandered toward the floor again; Zara and Louisa grinding on each other to a song I didn't know the name to. Nattie laughing hard along with, I think his name is Niall, they're cute. Lizzie yanked Liam by the collar and screamed, "Dance Contest."

Which he agreed to. Of course, he did, two dancers challenging each other in a dance club is like a crackhead, offering another crackhead drugs. Not, that, I know anything about that.

I finished my water and walked away from the bar, y arms crossed over my chest as I took a walk down toward what I hoped to be the bathroom. There were just so many bright neon lights, reds and greens and blues. There were so many bodies in there, I lost count and that makes me nervous. They wore all sorts of things, don't they know who's here. Who could be here? I closed my eyes to catch my breath but I felt a strong shove. My shoulder bounced off the wall hard, but I felt a heavyweight against my body even before I could process the thud; wait a minute, am I? Is this? Is this person going to-? No. No no no-no-no. No.

"Well hello, Beauty," A guy, about six-two with brown eyes, peach skin, and shaggy brown hair whispered down into my ear as my skin crawled through my clothes. I thought I wore the right clothes, this time. "What's a beautiful girl like you doin' here alone?"

I stayed quiet. 

He grinned, "Playing hard to get huh?"

"No," I mumbled lowly, looking down at my shoes and then back up at him nervously. Confusion filled his eyes, "I'm not here alone. I'm here with a friend, I should get back." I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist. Fuck, not stern enough.

"Ah come on sweetheart, your friend can wait. I wanna get to know you," He slurred with the smell of whiskey dripping off his tongue. I think I'm going to be sick. Don't panic Harri. Don't. I turned around slowly to face him with a more stern look in my eyes.

"I'm not interested. Please let go of my wrist."

"Excuse me?" He yanked hard on my wrist as I tried to walk away from him, I stumbled a bit as I tripped over my left feet. Fuck. I'm panicking, I'm going to die. My breathing increased as my body went cold, his strong hand pulled me back in the same spot and he thrust against the wall. His knee slowly pushing my legs apart, his hands pinned my wrists into the wall behind us. There are so many people here in the hall, why isn't anyone helping me? Why aren't they doing anything?