Damaged - N.H.

23

Nothing crazy happened. We danced, drank, and managed to even get a few drinks on the house thanks to the bartender recognizing my face. Thanks to Niall's social status, obviously. Overall, we were having a great time. We kept to ourselves, at least one of us getting hit on occasionally, but nothing that we couldn't handle.

By 1 AM, I was a little tipsy, but completely coherent as I made my way to the restroom. It was a little dark as I walked down the hallway, the only light coming from the glow in the dark graffiti paintings on the walls, and a black light on the ceiling. It was short and narrow and I had to shift my body sideways as someone passed by me going the opposite direction. The small dark area made me uncomfortable as well as the man leaning against the wall by the men's room, so I rushed into the restroom pretty quickly.

There were four or five other women in the restroom as well, so I took my time and decided to walk out at the same time as two other girls. I hoped to blend in as we passed by the man again, but I saw him watching me as we brushed by.I know he saw me go in alone.

"Hey." He called out, but I ignored him and kept walking.

He said it again and I felt a hand on my arm, stopping me.I aggressively pulled myself from his grip and turned around quickly to get a look at him. The sudden movement must've made him realize that he startled me, because he raised his hands up defensively.

"Sorry. I just thought I saw you drop this." He said, holding something out to me.

I eyed it warily, realizing it was a wristband from the club that was indeed mine. I put it on loosely earlier in the night and it must've finally slipped off as I walked by.

"Oh...thanks." I said, taking it from him.

He smiled when I visibly relaxed a little. He wasn't bad looking, I had to admit. He had a friendly face with a strong jawline. Tall and tan skinned and had dark hair and dark eyes. He looked like he was probably a local. He was standing casually but you could tell he had done his fair share of drinking tonight.

"You a tourist?" He asked.

I nodded, my eyes shifting around awkwardly as someone would occasionally pass by us.

"You here alone?" He added, and I immediately got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"With friends. I better get back to them. Thanks again." I said, trying to sound calm as I waved the wrist band again.

"Hold up! Where're you from?"

"I really need to--"

"There's no need to rush off." He smiled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to him.

"Don't touch me!" I said angrily.

He immediately reacted by yanking me towards him and pinning me between himself and the wall he was just leaning against. My heart was pounding now as he stared down at me, his eyes darkened. He had both hands wrapped around my wrists as I fought against him. I was regretting how many drinks I had earlier, and was regretting going to the restroom even more.

"There's no need to be upset. Just relax." He said. "Let's have some fun."

I started to panic as I fought against him, but I was doing it poorly. He managed to wrap one hand around both of my wrists, the other going to my backside. He squeezed it hard, pressing our hips together to try and create friction. I felt his breath on my neck as he started to place sloppy kisses down it. There was only one thing I could do and I was afraid of what would happen if I did, but I decided to anyway.

I screamed at him to stop as loud as I could and two men immediately came barreling out of the restroom. A moment later, three women came hurrying out of the women's room as well. As soon as we were spotted, he immediately started to let me go but I had already went into full fight or flight mode, and it seemed the fighting side kicked in.