Secrets, Scars, And Starbucks

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My back was pressed against the wall. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming. I was standing in the back of a slightly crowded bar. The only reason I came tonight was because of the band. Especially the keyboardist. He's quite adorable, if you ask me. Someone gave me a drink and pointed to a guy across the bar. He smirked and winked at me. He gave off a creepy feeling. I sat the drink down and turned my attention back to the band. A few minutes later the guy walked up to me. "I take it you're not one for whiskey?" He asked, the smell of alcohol on his breath. You could tell he was heavily drunk. "No, I don't." I answered. "Why don't I buy you a different drink then?" He asked. I shook my head no. "I'm fine. Really." I told him. "Oh come on. Loosen up a bit." He put a hand on my shoulder. "No. I don't drink, anyways." I said, trying to remove his hand. His grip just tightened. "Just one?" He started to get on my nerves. "No. The only reason I'm here is to watch the band. Would you please get your hand off of my shoulder?" I asked him, trying again to remove his hand. He moved his hand from my shoulder and instead slid it around my waist and pulled me against his chest. I struggled to get away. "Let me go, you prick." He pressed me up against the wall and pinned my hands above my head. I struggled to escape but he just laughed and gripped tighter. I glared up at him. "Let. Me. Go." I said through gritted teeth. He laughed and leaned down to kiss me but I turned my head. He ended up kissing my cheek. "GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled at him. He covered my mouth with his hand. "I swear if you do that again I will kill you." He breathed against my ear. I nodded my head. He removed his hand and ran it up my dress. "S-stop please." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from forming. He started kissing down my neck when he was suddenly ripped off of me. My eyes shot open and I gasped.