A strange addiction

Part two

She did even know if she was speaking at all she was so out of it she felt like she was in a different world right now, it scared her to death not knowing where this stranger was going to be taking her. If she were sober enough she would get a cab, but she was too tired and too drunk to fight it. While they were moving around the party she tried to make out shadows and silhouettes of people's bodies standing around, but all she could focus on was the pounding that she was having in her head. Then a refreshing burst of fresh air hit the skin that helped to sober her up. She tried to open her eyes and looked up at the stranger that was bringing her out of the party. His green and hazel eyes making contact with hers. Even if she was super drunk he was very attractive. He opened his mouth but she couldn't understand what he was trying to say. It took her some time to figure out what this pretty stranger was trying to tell her.

"Where do you live babe?" did he just call me babe she thought to herself. She was so confused at this moment in time.

"I live on barter street near the subway."

"Okay well, that's where we are going then." He took us down the long street and headed to the subway.

She started to freak out because she realized she didn't have her bag. But he was holding it with his hand under her legs.

"What's your name, pretty stranger?"

He made eye contact with me again, "Well if you want to know my name is Ethan."

I didn't notice this before but his left eye had a little bit of the color yellow in the corner.  I smile to myself drunkenly. He is still looking at me keeping eye contact that made my stomach feel all warm inside. He laughed and put his head down which was cute. His curly brown hair falling perfectly down on the sides of his face. His jaw clenched when he put his head down after my statement I made.  We were near the subway and the noise made my headache worse. We entered the subway cart and he placed me down slowly onto a seat, he sat right next to me. And my drunk body wasn't controlling itself at all so I flopped down on his lap with my arms wrapped around his waist. He looked down at my small fragile body and just smiled to himself. He placed his arms around my body and rubbed my right shoulder. It was still weird for me to be drunk off my ass and on the subway, with a stranger for all to know he could be a serial killer and I don't even know it. I thought to myself freaking myself out. My eyes felt so heavy and it was so hard for me to keep them open. Some time passed and I gave in on my actions and I fell asleep on his lap with his arm wrapped around my body. All of the sounds around me are gone because I'm asleep. The next thing I know I feel his arm move out from under my body and I feel a cold presence. I think he got up. I wonder why. Then I felt two strong muscular arms go under my body and lift me from the subway seat. I put both of my hands around his neck. I hear the doors open on the subway car but I keep my eyes closed all the way. We are going up the stairs now I think the feeling of him going up and down with me in his arms made me think that we are either in an elevator or we are walking upstairs.  Then the cold air hits my face again bringing me back to reality. I slowly opened my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, and looked at his side profile. I stared at him for some time which felt like hours. He looked at me and caught me staring at him. I got scared so I hid my face in my arms.