Levi's POV

Wow, I must've really scared her. She's been gone a while. I stared at the door, hoping she would come back soon. I sighed before taking another drink of my drink. I am getting pretty drunk, aren't I? I glanced at the bathroom door again. This time, she was coming out. She stepped out. Is it just me, or is their less make up than there was before? I looked at her as she walked across the bar. Maybe it's just my whiskey playing tricks on my eyes. I gotta stop drinking this stuff. I thought as I looked at my glass. How many times had he refilled it?

I looked back at Petra, to see her being harassed by some idiot. My blood boiled. She was yelling at him, but I couldn't hear her over all the noise in the bar. He continued to make advances on her. I stood abruptly and began my trek over with clenched fists.

Petra's POV

I stood in front of the mirror attempting to fix my make up. I had forgotten to throw my make up in my purse, so I just wiped away whatever was messed up. There was a little bit of eyeliner and mascara left. Most of the golden eye shadow was still there. It'll have to do. Not that he will notice anyways considering how drunk he is. I let out an exasperated breath.

"Okay. You're going to go out there. You're going to tell him you have to leave. And you are going to. No ifs, ands, or buts." I stared at myself in the mirror. The pep talk was not helping. It works in movies! I turned towards the door. I took a deep breath as I grabbed the handle and turned it.

When I walked out, it was pretty much the same as before, except everyone seemed more drunk. I looked at Levi. He was sitting there staring at his glass. Then he took another drink. It just reminded me of what happened and that was the only way he'd notice me. I weaved around tables and drunk people.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on me. My face turned red with rage and embarrassment. I spun around to face the culprit.

"Keep your hands off my ass!" I screamed in his face. He had gray hair that looked like it was cut by a drunk barber. He had squinty eyes that were glossed over due to all the drinking he had been doing. He had wrinkles covering his face. He leaned in, and I could smell the beer on his breath.

"Why don't we find somewhere a little more private, honey."

I made a gagging sound. "Get away from me!" I said as I placed my hands on his chest in order to push him away. Surprisingly, he didn't budge. He grabbed my wrists.

"Oh c'mon, darlin'." I leaned away. "Don't be like that." I glanced over where Levi had been sitting. I don't know why, but I was hoping he'd come and save me. I guess I had been too hopeful. He was drunk. I scanned for him. He is also not even here anymore. My heart sunk.

"Let me go." I said firmly while trying to yank my hands away. He held them tightly.

"I'll treat you right, sweetheart." Yeah, right.

"You're not treating her right now. So what makes you think you would later?" I heard a voice from behind him. I know that voice. Is it really him? No. There is no way. He's drunk, and he left. The bozo turned to look at the person butting in. Levi!

Levi's POV

My trek across the bar was a slow process because of all the bumbling drunks around. I looked for her, but it was hard considering how short I was. But this is not going to stop me! I shoved my way through the crowd. As I neared, I could hear part of the conversation.

"Get away from me!" I heard Petra scream. C'mon, people. Move!

"Oh c'mon, darlin'" I hear her attacker say. I stepped over someone that had fallen. "Don't be like that." He'd better not touch her!

She replied with, "Let me go!" Shit! He's got a hold of her. He's gonna be hurting. My rage increased. I was standing when I heard him say,

"I'll treat you right, sweetheart."

"You're not treating her right now. So what makes you think you would later?" I spoke loudly and confidently. He turned. Sure enough, he had his grubby hands on Petra's wrists.

"Whadda you want?"

"For you to get your grubby hands off her."

"What if I don't wanna?" He turned towards me, dragging Petra with him. I glanced at her. I couldn't read her expression. Relief? Worry?

"Then I'll make you."

He let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back. Oh how I want to pummel him. "Okay, little man." Did he just call me little? He leaned in closer. "Make me."

"Gladly." I said right before punching him right in the jaw. He released Petra as he flew backwards. It wasn't until the noise level grew that I noticed how quiet it had become. People were shouting random things, and the scumbag's friends picked him up.

Petra walked over to me. "Let's get out of here." she whispered.

"Nah, I wanna hit him some more."

"No. Let's just go." I looked at her pleading eyes. I caved.

"Okay." We walked out. Her arm was around me holding me as though she thought I would pass out at any moment. "Don't let anyone touch you like that again." I said as we walked down the street. "Unless it's me." I added.

"Quit talking nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense." I looked around. "My car is that way."

"I know but you are not driving drunk."

"Fine. Then I'll go home with you." the words slipped out before I could stop them. What am I thinking?