Be-Lie-ve

Chapter 3: Electric

"Let. Her. Go. Now." He was visibly mad, fist clenched, face red.

The bartender can be very scary...

"This is not any of your business, get out of my apartment" John yelled.

His grip got tighter, and I winced loud in pain.

The sexy bartender sprints towards me.

Everything happened so fast.

I was teared from John's grip, fists were flying in the air, blood was on the floor.

I could hear myself scream for help, begging them to stop.

It took five minutes for a nearby neighbor to hear the commotion, to come help.

I didn't know what to do, what to say.

I froze there, watching the guy I dedicated everything to, my life, my time, and my love get beaten up by a stranger that I spent the night with - well not like that...

After having caused enough damage to what was left of John's attractive features, the bartender had stepped away from John, with somewhat the help of the neighbor.

Mortified of what has happened the neighbor tells us to leave.

And just like that we did.

The bartender... which I have yet to learn what his actual name is, grips my hand.

A gesture that catches me off guard. A gesture that causes a minor blush to appear on my chubby cheeks.

I have waves of electricity prancing all over my body.

The bartender is in the front, leading the way to the car. His hand is still gripping mine.

I can hear John's screams "Come back Marileen, were not done."

But the overpowering feeling of the bartenders touch blocks my sense of hearing

I feel so ashamed. I should've never put him in this predicament.

We finally get to the car and drive off.

It's silent, really... awkwardly silent...

His eyes are looking straight at the wheel. I could see the bruises and cuts on his face. His lip is bleeding and he probably doesn't know it.

I search for a napkin in my purse and fold it. I reach over and lightly press on the cut on his lips. My hand  gliding on his soft skin.

Startled he moves back. Our eyes meet and his body relaxes.

Goosebumps take over my body and my throat becomes dry.  I compose myself quickly to not only convince him that nothing had just happened, but to convince myself that what my body felt was nothing.

"I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen." I really did feel sorry.

I continue wiping his wounds.

"It's not your fault this happened. It's not your fault he didn't appreciate the wonderful women you are."

My heart tenders, but then I feel creeped out. We just meet, he knows nothing of me and I know nothing of him. He is just a guy I meet, a guy that was my bartender, and had so kindly helped me out.

"I got myself in this mess, so if anything happens to me just know I decided to put myself in that position. Okay?" He signs.

"Okay." I whisper.

We continue to drive in silence, no longer an awkward one. One that feels at peace, and understanding.