Little stump

CHAPTER 16

The weird, drunk man started walking closer to me. He seemed to be completely hammered, he was tripping on his own feet as he made his way towards me. I quickly turned around, wanting to get out of the secluded area and back to Damien as fast as possible.

But, before I could even turn around, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him. I was starting to get really scared. I tried to pull my wrist out of his grip, but it was too strong.

He suddenly pushed me to the wall, the impact strong enough to bruise my back. I wanted to scream, but his hands went to my lips, pinning them together. He pressed his body over mine, bringing his face closer to my own.

"Don't play hard to get, pretty lady" he said, an ugly grin painted on his face. The smell of alcohol immediately covered my nose. It was a horrible stench, one that made me squeeze my face together in disgust.

"Get off of me!" I screamed, pushing my hands out to restrain his face. He seemed to get angry at that.

His palm immediately flattened against my cheek, the impact almost knocking me out. My eyes widened after the slap. I knew I was in serious danger.

The man pushed me to the wall again, the force this time even greater than the last. His hands covered my mouth. I bit his palm and screamed, but the music in the club was too loud, no one could hear me. I pushed him again, trying to get an opening so I could run. However, he didn't let up.

He started to tug at my clothes, his hands rough as he forcefully pulled at my gown, trying to raise them above my legs. I was still fighting with all my strength, pulling my gown back down with as equal force as he was using to pull it up.

The tears had stared to come now, was this really what going out with Damien would get me? Was this what me trying to apologise to him would cause? I was going to be raped, and I got the feeling that he wouldn't even care? Afterall, he didn't care when I left the club. I doubt he'd care about what was happening now. Where was he anyway?

The man pulling at me had started to get agitated. "Don't act all pricy, you stupid bitch. Only sluts come here anyway. We both know the only reason you're here is to get laid, so why don't you let me do it for you. Come on, open them legs". He roared in my ears. His hands went to my thighs, pushing between them to try and spread them apart. However, I squeezed them together, trying my best to fend him off.

Suddenly, a heavy force lifted the man off of me. He groaned as he staggered back, falling flat on his behind. I watched as a figure approached him, the figure pinned him to the ground, slamming his fist down on his face. The drunk man screamed at the impact, spitting as a tooth flew out of his mouth.

The figure straddled him, landing more and more punches on his face. In between every single punch, he'd talk. "Don't. You. Ever. Touch. Her. Again." By the time he was done, the drunken man was a bloodied mess, sprawled on the floor as he groaned and held his broken face.

I was breathing like an idiot, the shock and fear of the entire situation still in my mind. I turned to look at my saviour. I'd expected it to be Damien, but it was someone that quite surprised me.

"Monty?" I asked, the shock was clear in my voice.

He rubbed the back of his neck, timidly, looking down as if he was shy. "Hey, Maddy". He said sheepishly.

I'd never expected my saviour to be Monty. In all the time I'd known him, I only ever knew him as one thing. UNRELIABLE. He wasn't the type of person I'd bet my favourite shoes on, I doubt I'd even bet my worst ones. However, he'd really came through tonight.

He walked slowly to my side as he asked slowly. "Hey, ummmm, are you okay? He didn't ummm....... do anything, did he?" His eyes darkened at even the slightest possibility that the man touched me.

"No I'm, I'm fine thanks" I finally replied, smiling at him gratefully.

He continued to rub the back of his neck. I suddenly noticed blood dripping from his knuckle. He'd hurt himself fighting with the man.

I ran to his side, grabbing the knuckle. "Oh my god, you're hurt!". The words were loud, I'd said then subconsciously, without even knowing. I guess my protective instincts towards him were still active. Every time he'd cheat with a girl that had a boyfriend or flirt with someone that wasn't single and had gotten beaten up by the person's boyfriend. He'd come to me and I'd be the one to bandage and treat his wounds. I guess the memories of that were still affecting my subconscious.

Monty looked at his bleeding hand, he hid it behind his back and smiled. "Oh, this. It's nothing really.....". He was trying to act brave. However, I could tell that the wound was affecting him. I sighed, I couldn't believe I was about to do this.

"Did you bring your car? We can go to my house so I can get it treated". I offered. I normally would've never let Monty into my house. However, he'd just saved me from being raped. The least I could do was help him treat his wound.

Monty's eyes widened at the offer, he wasn't expecting me to give it either. "Huh, yeah. It's in the lot" he said. It was obvious he was excited.

"Only for treating the wound". My eyes hardened as I said the words. I felt like I needed to clarify it to him. I didn't want to get his hopes up. I was never accepting him back. I was never getting into another relationship again.

Monty tried to conceal his smile at my tone, but it was obvious he was still excited.

I rolled my eyes as I gestured for him to lead the way. Suddenly, a lot of shouts started coming form inside the club. It was mostly 'whoops' and 'yeah'. Sounds of encouragement.

Monty and I walked back into the club to see what was happening, and I immediately wished I didn't. Damien and the top less girl he was with moments ago were in a heavy make-out session, I watched as he kissed her deeply, seriously, with a kind of urgency he would never use to kiss me. One of his hands was rubbing the skin on the inside of her panties. I watched as Damien laced a trail of kisses down her chin, jaw, neck until finally, his lips wrapped around her breasts. The action earned him a moan from the girl and even more sounds of encouragement from the crowd.

I'd had enough, I couldn't watch anymore. My palm wrapped around Monty's hand as I walked away, dragging him out of the club with me.

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