Hi guys! I just want to tell everyone that this chapter does have a warning on it because it deals with somethings that some of you may find triggering. Either way, I hope you all enjoy!
I threw my essentials into my brown purse, scrambling to leave.
"C'mon Ella!" my friend Lucy shouted knocking hard on the outside door.
"Sorry!" I said pulling my flats over my feet and threw it open in a rush.
Lucy jumped back a little, for she was rather startled at the force I had used with the wooden object.
We walked for what seemed to be hours and barely noticed the sun going down over the trees. Lucy and I scurried across the street in a rush and approached the fair sized building on the corner of the road. As we stepped in the smell of liquor ingulfed us. It was a crowded club, filled with all sorts of people, many drunk. Squeezing through, Lucy and I made our way to the bar and quickly ordered some drinks. We sat on the brown stools and enjoyed the moment.
Not everyday was like this, most days I just sat home, but with Lucy there was never a dull moment. Lucy was fearless and fiery but could pretend to be an innocent young lady at moments notice. Lucy was beautiful, all the boys wanted her. Her light brown hair rested just below her collar bone and her green eyes shone brighter than the moon. Her violet party dress looked perfect on her and fit just right. Before the night was over I wouldn't be surprised if she caught the eye of more than a dozen guys, but it never bothered her. That was something that inspired me the most about Lucy, how she didn't care. I knew she realized that the men were staring but she would play off as though she didn't seem them. For her this was normal, for me it was not.
The sound of jazz filled my ears, I couldn't wait until it was over. Lucy had escaped to the bathroom to touch up her makeup so I sat alone. I fiddled with my earrings in a daze until I was pulled away suddenly. Whisked off the stool I felt helpless and spun around to reveal a middle aged man standing uncomfortably close. He was obviously drunk and the smell of him was repulsive. I tried to back away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in tight.
"Hello little lady," he spoke slurring his words "care to dance?"
"Oh I really shouldn't, sorry." I said trying to walk away once more.
He chuckled grabbing my dress with a firm grip "Oh no, I wasn't asking."
There was no letting go of him since he was the one who had ahold of me. He threw his hand around my waist and stumbled trying to dance in time with the music. I could see the intense, menacing look in his eyes and I knew he was going to try and do something if I even tried to leave the building.
"Get off of me!" I shouted trying to free myself from his grasp.
Nobody heard me expect for him since they were all caught up in their own conversations.
"Why should I do that?"
"Because you're hurting me!" I said questioning his rudeness. "Ow!" I screeched as he slapped me hard across the face.
"Stop talkin' missy. Don't resist it."
He squeezed tighter and moved his hand down my dress. I was terrified since this had never happened before, if only Lucy were here, she would know what to do. I couldn't breath at this point but he didn't care. Tears streamed down my cheeks and still nobody noticed.
"Hey!" An unfamiliar voice called out "Watcha trying to do to her?"
The drunk man spoke in gibberish as if the voice could understand.
"Go get yourself a life and stop preying on girls half your age!" he roared "Get out of here! Get some manners too while you're at it!"
The drunk man let go of me and fumbled out of the club mumbling something I couldn't quite hear. He was too drunk to try and talk back successfully.
"Hey, are you alright?" The voice called out.
"Y-yes, thank you very much." I said feeling violated. Turning around to find the voice, I was amazed to find the owner of it.
It was the boy from the shop, the boy from the street that I saw with his friends. My mouth fell open as I stood there stunned. His dark brown hair was not covering his face this time and I could see his same-colored eyes. He wore a black leather jacket and a nice causal black shirt. Honestly, he was beautiful, I had never used that word before truthfully, but this time it was as true as ever.
"Hi there." He said giving me a toothy green "Are you sure you're ok? Do you need anything?" The concern in his voice brought me comfort.
"Well, if I'm being honest, no I'm not alright. But things could've been way worse if you weren't here." I said wiping my tears away from my eyes.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. But, if it makes you feel any better, I'm sure that creepy old man will be banned from here for quite some time. He paused. "Oh and by the way, I'm George." He smiled again putting out his hand.
"I'm Ella." I spoke softly shaking it. "Ella Matthews."
"That's a pretty name, it suits you."
I felt my cheeks heat up, "Thanks George."
"So Ella, are you here with anyone?"
"Well yes, I'm here with my friend Lucy. She is just in the bathroom right now but I'm sure she'll be out soon enough."
"That's good. Say Ella, I've seen you around. But, do you live here or are you just a visitor?"
"I've lived here all my life, it's funny how I didn't know of you until today."
"Yeah, it's a shame. I know I'm taking us off of the topic now but, are you sure you don't need anything? Are you hurt? If you are I can help." He said rubbing my arm.
"Actually he did hurt my wrist and arms, as you see. Oh, and he slapped my face..."
George suddenly walked away and came back with a cold cloth.
"Y'know Ella, I'm not really an expert at these things but I think this will help."
He led me over to a booth and sat beside me wrapping the cloth carefully around my arm. I gazed at him, blushing profusely. When he was done he looked up at me too and we caught eyes. It seemed to last forever. He broke silence.
"Ella, I don't want that guy following you home. Do you mind if I walk you home tonight?" He asked slowly.
"I'd love that, Lucy wouldn't mind either." I grinned looking down. He tilted my chin up until we were at eye-level.
"Well, go ask then."
I walked over to Lucy and without hesitation she said she was fine with it. When George heard the information he picked up an almost hidden dark guitar case and led me out the door. We walked for quite some time in silence.
"So, why do you have a guitar George?" I politely questioned.
"Oh yeah. I play in a band called the Quarrymen and we were on stage before you came in."
"That's cool, I should come see a show sometime!" I said excitedly.
"I'd love that."
We walked for a few more short minutes and arrived at my tall house. He grabbed both of my arms and whispered to me.
"Ella, I hope to see you again soon. But if you really want, we can meet up at that new coffee shop two streets down." He asked hesitantly.
"George, I'd love that. Does tomorrow at 12 work?"
"Yep, tomorrow it is. See you then!" He gave me one last squeeze from his hands to mine and left.
Blushing more then I ever had before I walked into my house, pulled off my shoes and walked upstairs to get ready for bed. I grabbed my journal and began to write down everything that had happened. I fell asleep just as I finished and had the most amazing dreams. And, I'm sure you can imagine who they were about too.