Clarke was fed up. She'd come out tonight to try and have a good time, despite everything that was happening in her life, and her life followed her through the club doors.
She glanced over to Octavia's table where the brunette was yelling at Finn. Finn, the boy who thought he was desirable enough to cheat on both Clarke and Raven without either of them knowing about it, and get away with it. Of course he was wrong. Raven forgave him more easily, deciding to be his friend, but Clarke wanted nothing to do with him, especially when he looked at her like she was the sun. Lust has kicked her in the butt, and ended up giving her an unwanted follower.
However Raven was at the other end of the bar with Wick who was "definitely not cute", who "isn't even my friend", and she was currently laughing until she was reduced to tears, and not so secretly holding his hand under the table.
In fact, all of her friends were paired off. Octavia was yelling at Finn to leave because he was "annoying everyone", whilst shooting googly eyes at Lincoln. Jasper was dancing with Maya, Monty was talking to a girl (Clarke almost felt proud of him) who looked geeky, but really kind and cute.
Octavia had promised Clarke a care free night with friends, but the only friend who wasn't currently occupied was Murphy, and that wasn't due to not trying. She could wander over there and ask him to dance, but she just wanted to get drunk.
Clarke was just so lonely. Finn had been her last boyfriend, and that had been months ago. She'd had some one night stands, but she wanted a boyfriend. Instead she had vodka. She was just starting to get tipsy when someone sat beside her.
"Woah Clarke, how many have you had?" Finn asked her, looking at her with so much concern, it made her want to puke. Maybe that was a good idea actually.
"I need to" she managed to get out, before she had to run to the toilet. She just made it into a cubicle, (mercifully the normally long queue was virtually non- existent) and she managed to get to the toilet without making much of a mess. She collapsed to the ground and started crying.
Octavia walked in, a wordlessly helped Clarke get up, wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet. "Come on sweetie let's get you home", she half dragged Clarke outside the toilet, and sat her in the closest chair. Octavia walked off to fetch Lincoln and got lost in the crowd. Clarke looked around and saw Finn looking for her.
Just as she went to stand up Bellamy Blake walked over to her. "Had a nice night Clarke?" he smirked, either knowing or guessing what just happened. Clarke didn't have enough energy to return their usual banter, and for some reason it actually hurt her. She didn't understand why, he hadn't even said anything rude towards her. She's taken worse before, but after recent events, she couldn't handle it tonight, so she stuck up her middle finger, and stumbled into the crowd away from Bellamy.
She remembered it being really cramped. And then it wasn't. She remembered it being really hot. And then it wasn't. Instead of writing bodies around her, with the smell of alcohol and sweat, there was the icy wind on her exposed flesh, and not a soul to be seen. She didn't remember walking here, or should she say stumbling. She must have drunk more than she realised. This wasn't good.
She looked around her, and suddenly the buildings were much taller, and there was a pain in her bottom. She realised she'd fallen over, and managed to get herself up eventually, after removing her heels which she knew were a bad idea. Through the struggle she didn't hear the footsteps coming towards her. As she tried to stand straight and steady she heard the sounds of another human being. She turned round and saw hungry eyes admiring her. That sobered her up very quickly, but not enough.
She realised she was in a dark alley, but that's about all she knew. She didn't recognise the alleyway and she didn't recognise the creeper standing only a few feet away. She didn't know how to react, but she was suddenly very aware of her revealing dress that Octavia made her wear. She was thinking through her different options, and was frustrated when she realised that her phone was still in her bag, which was with O.
The gleam in the stranger's eyes brightened as he saw the moment of panic on her face as she realised she didn't know what to do. The bastard was getting kicks out of her fright.
Had it been only seconds since she had stood up? It felt like hours. She knew she shouldn't panic, she knew she should stay calm, and think through her options, but her throat was dry, her eyes were stinging with tears, and she was struggling to stay stood up. The creep started to speak, and slowly creep forward, like a predator taunting his trapped prey. She couldn't transfer the sound into words, she just heard noise.
Cautiously, she stepped backwards one step then two. He didn't seem to mind, he wanted a struggle, a challenge, it made it worthwhile. Suddenly he came running towards her, and when she tried to scream, his sweaty palm covered her mouth before he said "Don't make me do something I'll regret", and his second hand started wandering over her thigh. She bit down on his hand and managed to scoot a couple of feet away. She reached for her shoes and decided to use the heel as protection if need be. "Stay away from me" she yelled, hoping to attract some attention.
"You shouldn't have done that" he growled. He started to move towards Clarke again, she threw one shoe, and it missed him completely, gracefully flying through the air until it landed on the other end of the alley way. Clarke decided to run, she turned around, an focused on not falling, when she felt a sharp tug on her leg, and felt the ground meet her head, painfully.
There was a silhouette above her, and she tried to beg, but it all went dark.
