Chapter 3
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“Teach me!” She begged. I positioned us so we were facing each other, the crowd to her back.
“Keep your eyes on me! Don't think about anyone else. Follow my lead!” I instructed. I move slow and simple. We both laughed, grinning from ear to ear as we danced like it was just the two of us. The song changed to something a little more dirty. I started moving my feet, changing levels and twisting us around.
“This is so much fun!” She laughed, adding in her own moves.
“Who would have known that you could move!” I tease, winking at her. She playfully slapped me on the arm, her cheeks heating up, making me laugh.
“Ladies!” Called Alisa, smiling as she pushed her way through the crowd. She was carrying two more rum and cokes and pressed them into our hand. I took a large sip of my drink to make sure I didn't chuck it everywhere as I danced.
“Dance with us!” Storm pleaded with Alisa; it was unlike her to be so bold. Alisa dance shuffling, moving her feet and arms to the beat. We laughed and moved as three. Storm mixing moves between Alisa and my own.
“You know a lot of the guys up in here are watching you girls?” Alisa shouted into my ear. I laughed, shaking my head.
“Nobody worth my time, I bet!” I replied, rolling my eyes. Storm had already finished her drink and was now dancing in her own little world, a smile bright on her face.
“I dunno. Morganstar has been looking your way!” She swooned. I shook my head and laughed.
“He is just keeping an eye on his little sister.”
“Keep telling yourself that, anyway, got to go back to work!” She gave storm and me a wave before pushing her way back to the bar. I resuming my dancing with Storm, I couldn't help but dance a little sexier—my attention drifting behind me to the stage, where black eyes were piercing holes into my back. But I refused to acknowledge him. I wasn't going to be just another girl gawking at the bad boy. Despite my earlier flirtation. I wasn't going to be that girl.
I stopped dancing and signalled to Storm that I wanted to go for a smoke. She nodded, grabbing her bag, before following me through the crowd to the back door. The cold air hitting my body felt amazing compared to the stuffy pub. There wasn't anybody out this way because technically, it was a private area. But we were with the band, so nobody stopped us as we slipped through. Storm passed me my packet of cigarettes and a lighter. I took one out, popping it in my mouth before lighting it up and inhaling deeply.
“Hey, you having a good time?” I asked Storm, wiggling my eyebrows at her, Smoke pouring out of my mouth as I speak.
“I didn't think I would, but it’s been great!” She grinned.
“That's what happens when you let loose,” I replied—taking another drag. A silence falls between us as I smoke. Storm texting someone, probably her mum. She finishes her text, putting the phone back in her bag.
“I'm gonna run to the toilet real quick, don't move, okay!” Storm tells me, darting into the building before I could say another word. I look out over the courtyard, realising my phone was still in Storms bag. A chill run up my spine as the cold breeze washed over my skin.
As I go to take another drag, I'm stopped. Thick Callas hands wrapped around my arm, but before I could react, I'm pulled backwards. I drop my cigarette, a squeal leaving my lips as I'm pushed roughly against the wall—my head-smacking backward. Throbbing pain filling my head, my vision blurring. I try to scream, but a hands press against my mouth. I look up, blinking several times, trying to make out my attacker. But it was impossible with the hoodie pulled low over his face.
“Shhhh!” The attacker whispers. His other hand, pinning my wrists above my head. “I'm going to move my hand away, and you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut.” He hissed at me, his breath reeking of alcohol. I nod my head slightly. Seeming satisfied, my attacker slowly removed his hand. I wanted to scream, beg him to let me go. But I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to find out the consequences of disobeying. I turned my head away from him, my eyes filled with tears I refused to cry. I wouldn't give this piece of shit the satisfaction.
He pressed closer, it felt wrong. I could feel his excitement pressing into my thigh. His hand that had previously been on my mouth now caressed my legs. His cold, rough hands, trailing the fabric at the edge of my dress.
It didn't take me long to realise what this son of a bitch wanted. He was going to take it, with or without my consent. I took a steady, calming breath. Storm had gone to the bathroom, and she would be back in about another two minutes. Not that she would be any help fighting this guy, but she could get help.
I took another calming breath. I wasn't going to lose my shit. There was no way in hell I would be able to overpower this sick fuck if I did. I felt his hand move steadily up my thigh. His face was inching closer to my own.
“Scar!” Storm called out, caming into view at the doorway; a loud gasped leaving her lips. The attacker losing his focus, as he notices Storm's approach. His head snapping up. I took that as my opening. I dove my knee into his groan. The attacker let out a groan, doubling over as he tries to steady himself on the wall.
“Storm! Go get help!” I shouted without looking at her. I didn't give the bastard time to recover as I kicked out again, my knee colliding with his forehead. He fell backwards. Something inside of me snapped. Pictures filling my head of a thirteen your old me. But that girl had died a long time ago, and she didn't know how to fight back. But I did, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let some pervert touch me like that again.
“You sick fuck!” I scream at the guy. I kicked him again and again. I don't know where the rage came from, but I saw red. The guy was going to die before I let him touch another girl. He didn't fight back; instead, he curled into a ball, taking everything blow I throw at him. I let out an animal-like scream as I kicked out.
Someone was screaming something at me, but I couldn't seem to hear it. All I saw was my younger self, a crushed, broken mess. Tears, I didn't even know I was crying, blurred my vision. Blood, there was so much blood. Arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me away. I screamed against them. But the grip was firm and unmoving. I could hear my name being said repeatedly, but it was like I was underwater. I couldn't breathe, couldn't hear, and could barely see. All I knew was rage and pain.
A crowd had gathered around, and someone was kneeling over the man. But nothing seemed to register. A car pulled up. I didn't recognise, and soon, I was being loaded into the passenger seat. I kept fighting, not wanting to be taken, not again! The unmoving arms formed into a person, his hands holding my face forcing me to look at him. Black piercing eyes. I knew those eyes.
“Stop! Scarlett, for fuck sake! Stop fighting me! I'm trying to help you!” He demanded. But the words, I couldn't hear them. Didn't understand. But those eyes. I stopped fighting. I wasn't sure why exactly. I knew this person, I trusted them, and they were going to protect me. Reluctantly, I let him do up my seatbelt. Then the door was shut. I stared out the window blankly. The driver’s door opened and closed. Then we were moving.
I wasn't sure where we were going; I didn't care. The rage was replaced by a feeling of complete numbness. A hand squeezed my knee, and I frowned, looking over to the driver. Those black eyes locked in mine. Suddenly, my eyes started to feel heavy, and I could no longer force on anything. Then the blackness overtook me.
