LATCH RE-WRITE!
"The fuck you you bring me to a club for Michaels?" Mark growled
"Oh just have some fun for once in your life Calaway. Have a drink, find a pretty girl, dance a lil' bit. No need to be serious all the time, christ!" Shawn grabbed his drink and scanned the room, his eyes falling on a pretty blonde on the dance floor. She glanced at him and smiled.
"Speaking of girl," he smirked "Come on man, live a little." And with that, he was gone. Worming his way through the dancing crowd to get to the girl.
Mark huffed and turned to face the bar. Why was he here again? Oh yeah, he desperately needed a drink, thanks to the tough customers at work today that wouldn't get off his case. The bartender look up at him.
"Bud." he answered flatly. The bar tender nodded and placed the glass bottle on the table after popping the top off with the end of the counter. Mark threw his head back as he took a drink from the bottle.
"God I needed that" He finally relaxed a bit and turned around. He scanned he room slowly looking for his friends. Shawn was still on the dance floor, he had caught up with the girl,dancing to whatever song that was blaring from the DJ booth. He found Glenn on the other side of the room engaged in conversation with some girl. He laughed when she tried to pull Glenn out to the dance floor and his whole head turned bright red.
"Glen dancing? Now that would be a sight I'd pay to see." he murmured. He took a sip and Shawn's words ran through his mind.
Me dance? Ha! Wouldn't he like to see that. Mark stopped in mid drink when he felt an strong presence in the room.
"No I'm not dancing!" he heard to his right.
"I had a long day on my feet and the last thing I need is to be moving around. All I want is a drink and a place to sit, you and Bri can go dry hump your men all you want." He found the body where the voice was coming from. A 5'6" girl was weaving her way through the crowd. Her two friends following behind. He felt his head thump when he saw her face. She looked familiar. He turned his attention away from them once they made it to the bar.
"Come on Kay! Have some fun tonight." The blonde friend whined.
"Yeah, you're always working!" The red headed friend said as she motioned for the bartender.
"Yeah I Know, but I don't want to be here at the moment. Now get your drinks and go." She glared at that them.
"Pfft, fine whatever." the first friend huffed out.
Mark could feel eyes staring at him. No, better yet, boring into him.
"Would you two stop eye fucking the man! Especially you Tiff, you're married now go!" He smirked as he sipped his beer, still not entirely focusing on them. The girls laughed and left their friend alone.
"Hey, I'm sorry about them." She looked up at him.
"Its no problem." he smiled. The bartender placed a root beer on the counter.
"Thanks Nate." she sighed, her long, jet black hair fell around her face as she put her head in her hands.
"Long day Kayla?"
"Unfortunately. Boss had me running around, clients are picky, but I love my job. Not to mention the 80 blocked calls from you know who." she shivered after taking a drink.
"Hey baby." a deep voice sounded behind her, just when she began to relax. She froze. Not just that she froze for a second or two, she was completely rooted in her spot. Mark felt the nervous/scared-to-death energy she was giving off. And nearly dropped his beer. Nate eyed the man standing behind her.
"Get out of here Dominic." he spat
"Fuck off Nate." he turned his attention back to Kayla.
"I said "hi" Kayla." he said, his voice was smooth but there was a twinge of annoyance in it.
"Bitch, why haven't you answered me or my calls." he growled, she said nothing.
"She's done with you ass-wipe! Haven't you gotten that by now? Now leave before I get security." Nate raised his voice. The man's eye flared and he took out a 4 inch switch blade from his coat pocket. Nate only backed off slightly, anger still in his face and body language. Mark kept his eyes on the guy.
"Lets go Kayla." she didn't move. She was sweating.
"I said..." he growled, she shuddered "Lets go, now!" he reached out to grab her hair. Nate was about to fly over the counter when Mark stepped in between the man and Kayla.
"Outta my way buddy, this doesn't concern you."
Mark looked down at him, he titled his head to the side, hoping to hear an answer from the girl.
"Do you want him gone?" he made his voice as soft as possible, in hopes that she'd answer him. It was small, breathy, and feeble, but he heard her say "yes".
He looked back to the man, and snarled.
"Time to go asshole."
"Why don't you mind your own business?" he flashed the knife in Mark's face and lunged slightly to make him flinch. Mark laughed and had caught the man's wrist and twisted it so the knife dropped out of his grip. He twisted his arm so it was behind his back, threatening to break. The man yelped and tried to break free, but being that Mark was 6' 10" and nearly 300lbs, there was no way that he would escape. With his arm still behind his back, Mark put him in a headlock with his other free arm, lifted him off the ground, and started to walk towards the door. The man kicked and squirmed the entire time, security gave them confused looks as Mark walked out the door with him. Once outside, Mark dropped Dominic on the ground, security appeared behind him.
"He," he pointed to the man grabbing his arm. "Stays out, if he gets back in, I will put him in the hospital." Security nodded to wanting to question the muscular man,and forced Dominic to leave. Mark watched him turn the corner, then went back inside. He made it back to the bar, Nate was trying to comfort Kayla, but she was just staring at the bar counter top. He walked up to her.
"You alright?" she didn't answer. She just swept passed him quickly walking out of the club. Once outside, she leaned against the red brick building,dug around in her pockets, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter, and slid down the wall. Kayla pulled her knees up to her chest, she tried lighting the cigarettes but her hands were shaking. After a bit, Kayla lit the cigarette, took a drag, released a shaky breath, then just stared at the smoke. After 5 minutes her breathing evened out and a tear ran down her cheek. She stood up, she was breathing hard and her right hand clutched the root beer bottle. She closed eyes for a bit and the minute she opened them she saw red. Her teeth gnashing together, her breathing shallow, she let out a growl and chucked the bottle across the street. It hit a tree and exploded on impact.
Kayla smirked at herself and watched the last bit of smoke leave the cigarette butt.
"Damn...shit!" she threw the butt to the ground and ground it into the concrete.
"Fuck you! I hate you." she said to herself. She pulled out her phone to text Nate to tell the girls she was leaving and that she would thank the man who helped her in person tomorrow night. She pulled out a black skull banana from her back pants pocket, tied it around her forehead, and headed home.
Across the street, Dominic sat parked in his black Pick-Up,he watched as she walked to her apartment, his hands gripped the steering wheel.
"Fucking bitch!" He started the car and drove off.
"You're still mine Kayla."
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Mark was standing in a dark corner in the back. Trying to keep his anger in check.
A man a little taller than Mark walked up to him looking worried.
"Was that her?" Mark grunted in response. The man looked thoughtful for a second.
"So what now?" Mark turned to face him, he lifted his sunglasses to his forehead. Showing that his normally green eyes, were neon red, matching the strobe lights in the club. The man nodded understandably and walked away.
As soon as Kayla closed the door to her apartment, she felt the beginnings of her panic attack. Her body began to shake and her lungs closed up and she tried desperately to breathe. Dominic's voice echoed in her mind, flashbacks of things he said and what he did to her. She clutched her head and tried to silence him. Every time she tried to run he tightened the invisible leach he had around her. The only reason she got away from him a few months ago was because he was picked up for public intoxication. Of course with his father being police chief, he got out rather quickly. All the pain he caused her was rushing back through her veins and skin.
"God just leave me alone please." she cried
"I'll never let you go." his voice so clear, almost like he had whispered the sentence right into her ear.
"No more, please. I'm done!" Kayla staggered into the kitchen. Her blank eyes fixed on the knife sitting on the counter top.
"Do it then! You'd be doing the world a fucking favor!" she could here the drunken disgust in his disembodied voice.
She felt so numb...her right hand shakily reached for the knife.
"Don't!" a voice shouted in her head. She realized what she was about to do, she dropped the knife.
"No, no, no. Not again," she backed away from the counter, finally getting a hold of herself.
Shower, then bed. She took a deep breath and headed into her room.
