I hastily elbowed my way through the sweaty dancing bodies, desperately wanting to get to the less crowded bar which had numerous empty glasses littered on it.
I huskily ignored Benjamin's dubious calls for me to come back to the dance floor. He was fully aware of the weak state I was in yet he couldn't care less. Plus, I wasn't red arsed compered to him, who was drinking his head off.
Despite the fact that I indeed had to loosen up a bit - to forget what had taken place a couple of hours ago with my lovely dad and the eerie room I'd rather not talk about, I still couldn't bring myself to relinquish control on my body and forget about everything.
I sighed in relief as I finally reached the bar. I hopped up on one of the high bar stools next to a blonde girl who didn't seem to acknowledge my presence. The room was full of numerous intoxicated teenagers, dancing their life out care-freely on the invisible dance floor. I found myself wishing I was less self-conscious and let down my guard for once. Just for once. However, the trauma of my dad coming home stoned and acting like a major jerk wouldn't stop haunting me.
"Hello gorgeous, may I get you something?" I turned on my chair to lock eyes with a rather attractive man standing behind the bar. A small smirk was playing on his face and his blue ocean eyes sparkled at mine. My lips revealed a shy smile at him complimenting me. I wasn't used to people talking to me let alone calling me 'gorgeous'.
I mentally sighed in relief as he took off his glasses which meant he couldn't see my beaten face.
"I don't d-."
"Back the fuck off my girlfriend!" I flinched as Benjamin roared from right behind me. The poor bartender raised his hand slightly in defeat even though it was evident he didn't find him a huge threat. I rolled my eyes at his sudden possessiveness and spun round to face him.
"Chill, he was just offering me a drink. It's his job after all." I tilted my head innocently to the side. Benjamin looked at me incredulously but eventually shrugged it off.
He turned his head momentarily to face the bartender and they held a harsh eye contact as if they were burning holes into each other's faces. When he spun back to me he had his lips curled up in a mischievous smirk and a spark of naughty lust glimmered in his eyes.
"C'mon Baby, show me a bit of that incredible arse of yours." He spoke creepily and I shivered at his risqué language. He grabbed my forearm and I instantly jerked away, causing an exasperated sigh to escape his lips. He wanted to make an impression on the poor guy standing behind the bar, no doubt. Little did he know I wasn't going to play along.
"Leave me alone pervert head, I don't feel like dancing." I spoke nonchalantly. I could see the shame and anger of rejection radiating out of him.
"What the hell is your problem? Haven't you heard of loosing up a bit?! You're more uptight than my fucking grandad!" He raised his hand in the air to prove his point if he even had one. I sniggered at his choice of words and spoofed my hand forward to grab his white T shirt, pulling him to stand right before me. I bent down to his ear and rubbed the soft skin slightly with my nose.
"Why aren't you dancing with your grandad then? We sure can sort out something." I whispered hotly, making sure to make him shiver with my hot breath fanning over his sensitive skin. He pushed me off him with his left hand and huffed, causing me to chuckle.
"Nice to know my girlfriend can speak fluent sarcasm." He mocked with fake enthusiasm and started walking away angrily. My eyes were glued on his moving figure until he disappeared in the sturdy crowd. I could go back to my super confidential business (staring into space).
I glanced at my perfectly painted nails, which were black with tiny blue dots on them. I was wearing a black tight sleeveless dress which gave a quite good idea of what my curves were like, a jeans jumper with turquoise elegant collar, turquoise flats and long black earrings. You could tell the colour black kind of radiated my twisted feelings and inside at the moment.
"Nice outfit." A sweet voice spoke and I turned my head to find the blonde girl smiling friendly at me.
"Right at yours." I returned her smile out of politeness even though I didn't pay too much attention to her clothing.
"Thank you love, what's your name by the way? I'm Gemma."
"Gwen." I said simply and rotated my body to face her, she seemed way nicer than the average person in that putrid place. All of a sudden she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand in abrupt shock.
"Was that the jerk from earlier?" She winced out, not dropping her arm just yet.
"What?" I looked at her with pure confusing.
"Your face... Did he hit you? We could ca-"
"No no no!" I cut her off instantly and sniffled a laugh, maybe Benjamin was a massive douchbage though he'd never go that far let alone lay his hands on me. He was better than that.
"He's more of a words person, less actions."
She looked a bit flustered as she tucked her long hair behind her ear and let out a sigh.
"Who was that then?"
"I don't wanna talk about it." I said sluggishly.
I watched as the brown in her irises was laced with sympathy as she looked deeply into my eyes for some kind of clue but shrugged when found none.
"Let's talk about something else then. I can tell you don't really feel like dancing right now and neither do I." Her lips curled upward in a grin and I couldn't help but feel relief wash through me as she brushed off the touchy subject.
"Sounds like a plan."
She seemed relieved when I beard with her and didn't hold a grudge against her digging into my wounds.
"So, what are your hobbies?" She tucked her hair behind her ear and shifted a bit in her chest to find a better position.
"Well, I really love horse riding and drawing when i'm in the mood. Yourself?"
"Oh my god do you ride? 'Cause same here!" She slightly jumped in her seat excitedly and the huge smile across her face was worth million pounds.
"Do you have your own horse?" She asked before I even had the chance to figure out what she had just said.
"Nope, well, the horse's partly mine. I ride at The Tomlinsons' farm, they've got an incredible one and they're also really...Welcoming." I spoke proudly as I felt butterflies spreading in the pit of my stomach just thinking of my favourite horse, Absolute. Finally I got someone to talk to about my horse passion, usually no one would give a crap.
"Mr. Tomlinson? I know his daughter, Lottie. They're such a lovely family! I used to ride with her along the beach." Her eyes glistened with joy whilst I could tell good memories were floating her brain.
"I'd like to agree with you, they're all charming and have got golden hearts! I've actually met her a few times at the farm, she's a jolly sweet girl."
"Anyways, you should come over and have a ride with me and maybe we can host Lottie along. That'll be so much fun!" She shuffled closer to me and grabbed my hand in hers and set it in her lap warmly. A toothy grin was sported on her face and eyes sparkled in excitement.
"Oh my god yes!" I cheered and several heads snapped in my direction due to my loud over zestful tone. I instantly dropped my head in embarrassment although my excitement wasn't completely restrained.
She laughed and squeezed my head assuringly as we both fell silent for a while, just thinking of the incredible ride we were going to have and the way we were about to gallop through the woods. Just us and the beautiful horses, caught up in our own magical world.
"Sorry for nagging, but can you please tell me what happened to your face? I vow not to tell anyone! Not like I have someone to tell anyway." She said the last part in a whisper and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to even hear it though I couldn't help but immediately feel like we're in the same boat. Maybe even the same shitty life style.
I wasn't an open person let alone tell a person I'd just met my whole life story. However, what's better than spilling my heart out to a stranger? Even though she wasn't a complete stranger, she knew the Tomlinsons. Plus, I really needed someone to talk to after getting hit by my own dad after quite a massive while of not hearing from him. Not to mention the things I really want to forget. So I spilled.
"My dad. He did this." I spoke perplexity and darted my gaze down to the floor as bloody tears started blurring my vision. I hated crying in front of people, that made me feel weak. I felt soft arms engulfing me in a warm hug and rocking us both back and forth comfortingly as we were now standing. That probably looked extremely ridiculous in the middle of a living club but I couldn't care less, just needed someone to hold me, to care.
"Oh Jesus, will it be alright if I call your dad an imbecile fucker?" She mumbled into the embrace and I couldn't help but giggle along with her.
"You sure can." I mumbled into her shoulder.
I stiffened and pulled out so I could take out of my little purse tissues to mop my nose. Once done I quickly wiped the tears away with the back of my palm in order to annihilate the leftovers of my baffling breakdown.
"You live with him?" She asked straight to the point. "Sort of". I nodded . How the hell was I going to explain that I just met him after years he had been imprisoned?
"No way in hell am I letting you back to him." She spoke harshly and narrowed her eyes at me.
"Huh?"
Did I have a choice? And to be truthful - did I really want to go back to him? I casted my gaze up at her and I could practically see the gears in her head turning as she thought of a way to help me out.
She inhaled and exhaled deeply. I could tell she was really irritated by my dad's actions.
"You're staying at my place for tonight. I don't want you getting more hits from the imbecile fucker." She stood up to her feet and pulled me along, me tripping lightly over my own feet as I felt rather dizzy from the whole crying thing.
Wait up! She was a stranger wasn't she? Why was I going with her?!
The answer was simple. I had nowhere else to attend. Only the feeling of being wanted can make people do extreme things. Especially people like me. Even if she happened to be a major psychopath and hurt me in a way it wasn't like I had something to lose. My life was a living hell.
We made a beeline for the exit and I couldn't care less about letting Benjamin know, he didn't give a shit anyway.
***
I leaped out of the taxi after both Gemma and I paid our parts of the fare. It was obviously dark outside, the street dimly lit by the flickering street lamps as Gemma lead me towards a rather impressively huge house. Once inside she instructed me to hung my jumper on a small sling by the entrance.
The house was perfectly neat and tidy, as if no one even lived there. The furniture was really modern in the colours of black, white and red. Despite the modern décor the house had small ancient styled photographs hung on its wall and I couldn't help but stare at one picture that caught mg attention. It was a cross-hatching of a little girl who I guessed to be Gemma and a curly haired dimpled boy standing next to her, both sticking their tongue out mischievously. I smiled at the sight.
"You coming?" I snapped my head as Gemma's voice was heard from behind me.
"Yeah, sorry." I mumbled and followed her up the stairs. She scurried over to a big room that had its walls painted in a light shade of blue. A king sized bed was in the middle and a huge flat screen in front of it. Oh and if the screen was huge I shouldn't even start about the wardrobe which was indescribably big and matched the room perfectly.
"Here, wear these." I was too fascinated by the beautiful house to notice Gemma'd handed me a cute pyjamas of hers for the night.
"Thanks! Um can you please show me to the toilet? I-"
"Sure." She cut me off and motioned me to follow her.
We walked down the numerous carpets and extremely long hall corridor and I couldn't help but admire the amazing place again. Even though my house was big it didn't reach that level of luxury, that place had a special style compared to my house which was just a dull hole.
All of a sudden I spotted in the corner of my eye something shiny, made of silver. I stopped dead in my tracks as I observed the dreaded object. My body started to sweet and chills were speeding up throughout me as I locked eyes on the object.
"Needle phobia?" Gemma cut me out of my daze and I nodded faintly though I didn't take my eyes off the silver object.
"That's just my brother's usual crap. you have nothing to worry about though, he's never home anyways." She said, a hint of hurt in her voice as she grabbed the injections in her arms and threw it in the bin, being careful not to get stabbed by its sharp tips.
***
I was laying on the soft sheets of Gemma's comfortable bed as it was obviously big enough to fit us both. I stared at the ceiling even though it was dark. It seemed like hours had passed and sleep wasn't going to take over and engulf me into sweet dreams. Well, nightmares were way more sensible for me.
I shifted to the side in hope it might help me drift away. Unfortunately Gemma was fast asleep and didn't keep me company although my body didn't need anything but sleep, I was literally worn out yet couldn't fall asleep. Flashbacks of my dad spanking me slide to the front of my mind and I immediately shook my head to make it go away. What an eventful day.
Hope Benjamin wasn't worried as I just left without a word let alone a goodbye. I felt my eyelids getting heavier by the second and my lips phrased open a bit in a sleepy way.
I was about to drift off completely when suddenly harsh heavy footsteps were heard, making loud thumps against the floor as they ascended the stairs. I felt goosebumps shuddering through my body and spreading on my pale skin as the sound seemed strangely familiar.
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