After a long day of trying to find a job and going into interviews, I walked to the free local gym for a swim and after a few laps in the pool, I took my clothes and walked back to my one roomed apartment. I sighed, kicking off my shoes, and closing the door behind me. Walking into the kitchen, I looked into the freezer for some food, only to find much of nothing. Then I headed to my bedroom to get ready to blow off some steam at a club down the street called The Groove. Peering into my closet I quickly grabbed a metallic loose classy shirt with a plain black miniskirt with some black kitten heels. While in the bathroom, I fixed up my hair, making sure that there were no loose strands and put some basic make-up to go with my outfit.
Looking at the time, I quickly grabbed my purse and headed out the door, making my way towards my destination, The Groove. I was soon standing at the entrance of the club, my heart racing from excitement and the music that could be heard from inside. I walked towards the front door, only to be stopped by a bouncer, wanting to see my ID. I quickly drugged out my ID and stuck it in the bouncers face with a smirk and he then stepped out of my way letting me through. First thing was first, I went straight to the bar to order some alcoholic type drink that would calm my nerves.
I ordered myself a shot of whiskey and drank it down quickly to wake myself up a bit. I then headed towards the crowded dance floor, pushing myself through people until I reached somewhere close to the center of the floor. I then closed my eyes and cleared my thoughts of any worry, feeling completely relaxed I listened to the beat of the song. I then began to sway my hips to the beat of the music, smirking a little when someone tried sneaking their way up behind me and grabbing my hips to rub against their body.
Before I could turn try to push the guy off, he leaned down to my ear and said "Do you mind if I dance with you?" in a mysterious voice. I simply just nodded, and continued on dancing. What would one dance hurt anyways, I just thought.
"My name is Briyan. What is yours?" He asked, halfway through the song.
"Jesika." I said in a hushed tone, not sure if he heard me or not. I just continued on dancing until the song was over. Then I opened my eyes, and turned around to find no one standing behind me. I shrugged to myself, not really caring too much. I then made my way back to the bar for five more shots of whiskey and then leaving to make my way back to my shaggy apartment. I was walking down the street, heading away from all the club and city lights that normally brighten everything and heading towards the outskirts of the city, where there is hardly any light.
I was walking past a dark alley way, when I was pulled back into it by a black dirty hand. I was then shoved against a wall and an overweight man forced himself on top of me so I was left for little way for me to breathe. I started to scream, but before I could produce a sound a hand covered my mouth and a knife put to my neck.
"Wha' do we hav' ere'? A lil' girl who got herself a lil' lost maybe'?" He said, with a laugh. I nearly wanted to throw up, people like him made me sick to my stomach. The alcohol on his breath could be smelled a mile away. I did what any normal girl who would try and get away would do; I kneed him in one of his most sensitive places and tried my best to run. Let's say, that didn't work very well, it actually more or less pissed him off more. He grabbed me by my hair and pushed me back against the wall.
"Tryin' to run away from me now? I'll show ye' to run away from me." He said, as he smacked me full force across the face. Still having a hold of my hair, which by now had fallen out of the bun I had it in, he punched my face a couple times before he let me fall to the ground. I could feel the blood pouring out of my mouth. I tried dragging myself away from him but then he got on top of me.
"Where are ye' goin'? I'm not done with ye' yet." He sneered, I did what he least expected, I spit in his face, which landed me a punch to the stomach.
"Fuck you." I replied with so much hatred in my voice, I was ready to give up. I could see him grin evilly and then he grabbed a tight hold of my neck, crushing my airway so I couldn't breathe. I started choking and tried to claw his hands away from my neck. I fought against my vision going black, I could hardly see anything and all I could hear was a high pitched screeching sound. My vision was getting darker and darker by the moment, and I felt that I was getting weaker.
I struggled to keep my eyes open, tears flowing freely from them. I passed out from lack of oxygen, but before I did I felt that a great weight had been taken off of me and that I was flying. For once, I felt oddly at peace with the world.
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