Habits Of My Heart

Part 4

Make Me Cry

Alex gently grabs my wrists and helps me to my feet. I sway and scrunch my eyes shut. The light is so much closer to my face now and it makes my head hurt even more.

"You okay?"

I smile to myself, greatly pleased and somewhat heartwarmed at the small question.

"Just dizzy."

Alex smiles at me just before we leave the bathroom, I feel much better, stronger really. I manage to stay on my feet yet Alex's soft grip on me doesn't loosen.

"Let's get the fuck outta here." Alex's soft lips pull into a bright beam as he waits for my reply, almost as if he needs my permission to leave.

I nod and he pushes the handle down and leads me into the corridor, my hand still in his.

My eyes adjust to the darker atmosphere outside of the bathroom, most lights are off and there's led lamps placed around the entire house, flashing to the beat of the music.

We manage to get past the couple groping eachother whilst eating eachothers faces like they're licking the icing off of a cake.

I can't help but curve my mouth into a diisgusted frown as we squeeze past them, some fucking space would be nice, Jesus.

Alex leads me down the stairs, holding onto me to make sure I don't fall or trip on the stairs.

I'm starting to get ancy as we reach the bottom of the staircase, it seems since I was last down here the amount of people dancing and drinking has doubled and there's a lot less space. I don't want to be here anymore, that's for sure.

Alex leads me through the crowd of gyrating teens, bouncing along to the throbbing music. We almost make it to the door until I make the mistake of locking eyes with a bruised and bloody frat boy. Oh shit.

The creep from earlier is still here. Of course he fucking is, this is his frat house.

Alex notices my hesitance and meets my gaze to see what I'm looking at.

The frat boy rises to his feet and starts spewing his venomous words at me again.

"Oh wow, looook it's the slut. I was wondering where you wandered off to. You're trying to leave? You're really that stupid to think you can stay after your little show and just leave now after your boytoy does this? " he points to his black eye and busted lip using his equally busted hand.

"I almost forgot about you. You should have left when you had the chance."

Alex instinctively stands in front of me, acting like some sort of human shield. As humbled as I am by his sweet gesture, I am not nearly as out of it as I was earlier. Alex must have been nursing me with a wet towel and water for at least 2 hours in that grimy bathroom.

The asshat moves closer to us and Alex tries to guide me further behind him but I gently push his hand away. I'm sober enough to teach this cunt a lesson, each second that I look at him my blood starts to boil more. I despise men like him, thinking that they can do whatever they want, it makes me fucking sick.

I walk around Alex and across the room, close enough to the drunk dickhead in front of me, running his mouth like a fucking tap.

"Emily I don't -"

I turn and give Harry a reassuring smile. I can tell he's hesitant on my actions but he doesn't try to pull me back.

"Look at you, you fucking slag. I have the right to drag you up those stairs and-"

I turn away from Alex and cut Frat Bitch's words short as my fist connects with his blood-stained nose. I save no time jamming my fist into his stomach and hitting him in the face again. He yelps and falls to the ground, screaming profanities at me.

I laugh as his shouts simmer down into barely noticeable squeaks. He attempts to get up, but I'm not done. I repeat his actions from earlier and place my boot on his shoulder and push him back onto the ground. He tries again, pissing me off even more.

I bend down and drag him up off the floor with his collar and shove him into the closest wall. My fist connects with his jaw yet again.

I scowl at him and scream.

"Go on, call me a fucking bitch again! I fucking dare you. You think just because you belong to this shitty frat house that you can hide behind it and have whatever you want, your way? You're fucking wrong. I have the right to fucking beat the shit out of you right here, right fucking now."

He whimpers and opens his mouth to speak but I forcefully cover his privelidged mouth with my hand. I am not done with him yet. A large crowd has gathered the room and Alex is watching with a somewhat proud grin on his face.

"However, because I have better things to do than waste my time on some wannabe-rapist cunt, I'm gonna leave you whimpering in front of all your friends. Look at you, fucking pathetic. If I catch you or hear that you're doing any shit like that again I'll come here and finish the fucking job. Is that clear?"

No noise escapes his throat. I pull him away from the wall and slam him back into it.

"I said is that clear?"

He nods his head nervously and quickly.

"Yes! Yes! I'm sorry!"

I loosen my grip on his collar.

"Save your apologies."

I turn to leave and see Alex's bruised face, pulling at a string connected to my somewhat dead heart. This time I'm not fueled by anger, I feel bad that Alex got hurt because of me.

I turn again and place my hands on his shoulders, bending him over, my knee slamming straight into his groin. He doubles over and howls in pain, yet again.

"That's for my 'boy toy'." I scoff and turn away, avoiding all the stares from the crowd as no one rushes to his side.