My saviour

I feel like shit.

I had been throwing up for the past five minutes, my stomach felt empty but I couldn't seem to stop throwing up.

Liam and I had been having so much fun for the past 3hours, we were dancing when I had the urge to throw up. Now here I am. The alcohol is slowly fading out of my system but I am still a little tipsy.

Nausea clawed at my throat, I tried to force down the bile but I was too late, I lurched forward yet again and threw up the content of my now empty stomach. I really hated the aftermath of drinking alcohol.

I splashed cold water on my face, and rinsed my mouth, drowsiness was finally creeping up on me, I wiped my face with the back of my hand and trudged out of the bathroom. I needed fresh air.

The club was now very clustered and suffocating, I staggered my way past a bunch of drunk and sweaty teenagers and spotted a door, probably leading to the back. I wonder where Madison is.

I forced my way past drunken people making out, almost reaching the door but unfortunately I painfully crushed into someone's chest, his cologne was so strong I felt the urge to sneeze, I looked up at the raggedly dressed man with his probably 5years old beard and apologized without meeting his eyes.

He looked down at me with a smirk, his eyes were dark brown and he wasn't that bad looking "I would accept your apology only if you have a dance with me" he said with his thick French accent.

"Um sure?" I said my eyes trained on his long and bushy beard.

Wait!, Huh why did I accept no no no no no.

He took my hand in his rough ones and practically dragged me towards the dance floor, disabling me from objecting.

"Hey hey Mr beard, I didn't mean what I said" I screamed whiles he pulled me, unfortunately, my voice was drowned out by the music blasting through the speakers.

He took my waist immediately and started to sway to the music a broad and scary grin perched on his lips.

I flinched when I saw his grin and forced a smile at him, lowering my gaze.

"Your really pretty" he said with a dreamy look on his face.

"Um thanks, but I really have to go" I said hoping he would let go.

"But we just started" he replied with a deep frown, his thick French accent prominent.

I sighed deeply "OK just a minute". What's wrong with me.

He smiled his creepy smile again and I forced a smile.

He took my waist again and brought my hands to his shoulders, his mouth was awfully close to mine so I drew back a little bit.

He leaned towards me his mouth too close again and I turned my head to the side pretending to be gazing at something interesting.

But the douche didn't still give up, he brought his rough fingers to my chin and tried bringing my mouth close to his, his fishy breath fanned my face and I had the urge to throw up again.

OK, I have had enough of this.

I shoved his chest so hard he landed on the ground and groaned in pain. I sped off, waltzing my ways past people and not looking back. I got to the door leading to the back and quickly pushed it open, I was thankfully met with the midnight breeze, it whipped through my hair and soothed my already aching muscles, I leaned on the brick wall not minding how the craggy surface stabbed my back, panting from my little marathon.

My head was pounding so hard I had the urge to throw up. Mr beard's breath triggered it.

"Hey sexy, what are you doing here all alone"

My head snapped towards the direction of the gravely voice and I winced at the pain that shot through my pounding head. Oh no not another one again.

I wasn't completely sober yet I could make out baldy the bouncer.

I frowned as he approached me with his hands shoved in his pocket. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and asked, slurring a little "What do you want". I tried to stand straight but my muscles weren't allowing me.

"I just saw you here so I decided to say hi to a pretty girl like you," he said, already standing a few inches away from me.

I rolled my eyes "Well then old man I don't want to talk to you" I replied, trying to end the conversation by looking heavenward.

"But I wanted to see you, you look good, I had my eyes on you all night I was hoping to spend a little alone time with you sweety," he said with his irritating voice making my head pound more.

I tried standing straight to return to the club but I gracefully slipped, before I could land gracefully on the floor, baldy gripped my hand to balance me.

I wriggled my hand out of his tight hold and muttered a "thanks" I began to head towards the door which lead to the club but baldy grabbed my hand and yanked me towards him I yelped from the sudden pain that shot through my arm.

I wanted to knee him in the groin but I opted for glaring at him"What do you want?" I asked with venom dripping from my voice.

His lips stretched into an evil grin, he leaned closer to my ear as his smelly breath fanned my face and muttered "you".

My eyes went wide, I instinctively brought my leg up to knee him in the groin but he gripped my leg before I could succeed, I tried to shove him with my hand, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the pokey bricks.

His mouth was on mine before I could scream my lungs out, I struggled restlessly against him, I tried throwing my legs but his huge body was pinning me to the wall, his hand trailed down my waist and gripped my hips tightly the other hand still pinning my hands against the wall, he tried to gain access into my mouth but I bit down on his tongue as hard as I could.

He yowled in pain and backed half an inch away from me, he brought his free hand to his bleeding tongue and wiped it, the red liquid staining his hand, I kneed him in the groin this time finally succeeding. His hand dropped immediately from my wrist, he crouched and held his groin his face scrunched up in pain.

He gave a very ear-piercing high pitched evil laugh. Oh you are just my type, i like them feisty.

I took off my heels and started for the door, before I could pull it open he reached out to grab me by the arm, I threw one of my heels at him which landed a perfect score on his face, he wiped his forehead with his hand to see blood on it. Yes, imma make you bleed.

He gave me a menacing look as he lunged for me again, "You bitch you aren't gonna get away with this, oh you can scream all you want and nobody is gonna come besides, I like them loud".

He slammed my back on the brick wall as I shrieked in pain, he held my hands and pinned me to the wall again, I started to wriggle restlessly in his hold, "please let me go" I begged, despite knowing that I was going to be raped. He held me by the throat and smashed my already throbbing head on the wall, my vision started to darken as I began to see dark spots, I knew I would soon lose consciousness but I didn't want to be raped, so I tried battling against the unconsciousness finally creeping up on me. He brought his lips to mine again and kissed aggressively, his hand groping my breast, I wasn't strong enough to struggle against him, he reached for the hem of my cloth and pulled the fabric up displaying my panties.

I didn't miss the evil smirk on his face as he reached for my panties.

Before he could pull it down, a punch was landed on his jaw causing a cracking sound, he was knocked off of me and was landed another deathly punch, he fell to the ground with a terrific thud and immediately lost consciousness. I instantly slumped onto the floor and shivered as I landed on the cold ground. I blinked rapidly to get rid of the darkness slowly approaching. I wanted to see my savior.

I felt myself being lifted from the ground into very warm hands.

" Briana Briana!!!", I heard someone approaching screaming my name in a panicked voice, a voice which I recognized as Liam's. Thank God.

I forcefully looked up to the man that saved me and muttered a "thanks" which could be barely heard.

I slowly slipped into unconsciousness with concerned amber eyes looking down at me, all the pain was instantly gone as I felt nothing.