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Chapter 1 – Scumbags, lushes and my heroine.

Here I am once again; recently I have been to this specific bar almost every night – or at least the past few weeks and weekends. I do not exactly know why, because all I do is lurking in my corner, sipping on my red wine, watching people afar and rejecting scumbags and lushes that are excessively drunk to be flirting. They can barely stand on their feet and they really think they could sway a woman with that intoxicating smell of alcohol in their breaths when they bend over the table to try to talk to you.

The real reason I come here is my best friend, Kenzi, who is always complaining that I do not go out enough, that I do not see other people enough, that is what she says and that is all she have been saying lately; too much, too often. I'm just not in a mood to go out. This time I lost a bet with her that was about her converting me into go out more or shall I say; pester me to death about it so much that I could not endure hearing it anymore. Guess what? She won and she said that if I do not spend my evenings and nights out in a bar, drinking my red wine and just enjoying the nightlife she would make my life a living hell. That something I am trying to avoid, like she not doing it right now? I am sure she is home with that spite smile of hers and just enjoying that I have to do this as long as she likes. Still, I love her – I could not hate her even if I tried. We have been through a lot and I do not regret the day we met. We have a past, well many years behind us and we know each other very well or else I would not call her my best friend. She has always been there for me no matter what and that is what real friendship is about – being there for one and other when they need it. Glad I had a friend like her, it have been both rough and tough couple of years.

Glass crashing wakes me up from my daydreaming and the sight of a wobbling man who comes my way makes me sigh. Not again, not anymore of those drunken men who think they can have any woman in the room just because they are a man. I am sick of them. I try to find an escape plan, but the crowd is too big and I wonder when did all these people get here? I do not do small places; they and I are not friends - at all. Smart as I were I chose my usual corner, which is in the very end of the bar – so now I am stuck and cannot get out, smart done Bo, smart done. When am I going to start thinking clearly? Thank you Kenzi, I am going to make your life a living hell next time I win a bet, just wait. I curse to myself. The man reaches my table, like all the others, he bends forward over the table, tries to talk with me but all I can hear is mumbling. He is too drunk to talk, he is slurring while he talks – fantastic! How am I supposed to turn him down when I do not even understand what he is saying? I try the old school trick.

'I can't hear you...' I say trying to be convincing.

He leans closer to me, all I can smell is that intoxicating odor of alcohol and I cannot take this anymore, I need him gone or I need to go but when I stand up I can't find a path away from him – all people around me in the bar are blocking my way and will not move an inch. My head starts spinning: not from the wine but from my claustrophobia. A hand touches my arm, that is staring to get cold sweaty from my anxiety, he is persistence. I jerk my arm away from him and tell him to go away, to piss off. Now I am not in a good mood, anxiety building and I cannot find a way out of here. Once again, a hand touches me, like last time I jerk it out of its grasp and try to see who it is. Not to my surprise, it is still the same man, who now looks rather pissed off – whoops. I try to push people out of my way but they will not budge, not move, they just keep on dancing without noticing me. My head will not stop spinning; it just keeps spinning and spinning more for every second and every minute I am in here. I feel my throat getting ticker and thicker and it feels like I am suffocating. I do not like crowded areas, nor bars or places with too much people – this is why I keep to small local bars, coffee shops and so on.

The man who now is more or less stalking me, he will not give up, he grabs me once again in my arm but this time harder than the other two times before. He drags me closer.

'Don't you know when a man wants you and are trying to have some fun, honey?' He says with a smile and without mumbling too much.

'Don't you know when to stop and a woman is trying to tell you to fuck off in a more polite way?' I answer him with a tainted smile.

He grabs me by my throat with one of his hands, pulling me even closer to him; panic hits me even more when I cannot break his hold and when I cannot get any air. Head spinning, anxiety and panic overwhelms me and I feel sick to my stomach. All I can think of is to kick him in the balls - that is exactly what I do. He drops me, literary drops me and I collapse on the floor. I hit the back of my head and I just lay there, coughing and hyperventilating. I do not have the power to stand up, I am exhausted and I just want to get out of here; even if that means crawling out. My breathing is still uneven and I still breathe way too fast that I probably will pass out any minute soon. The people around me just watch me as I lay there on the floor, even if my vision starts to get blurry. I see a woman who is yelling to the man, he is lying on the floor too. She pulls him up, gives him a punch and pushes him away. She turns to me, knees down beside me and gently lays her hand on my cheek.

'Are you okay? What can I do?' She asks with worry in her voice.

'Take me outside, please.' Is all I can say, because that is what I need right now.

Before I know it, she helps me up but I cannot stand by myself, with all of my remaining strength I try to stay on my feet, she sees that I struggle to stand so she sets her arm around my waist as support and leads the way out. I close my eyes for a moment to try to rest them and try to get rid of the sick feeling – I would just be perfect if I barfed all over this woman, who is helping me.

'Just a little bit further, hold on.' She says reassuring me that I will be out soon.

She guides me where there are steps, where to turn and asks me occasionally if I am still okay or if I need to sit down. I nod on if I okay and I say 'I just need to get out' on if I need to sit down. Then I hear a door open and I feel the chilly summer wind on my face, I take a deep breath, I relax even more in her grip of me and she holds me even tighter against her.

'Whoa, whoa there, stay with me. Do you need to sit down now?' She asks with a warm and caring voice at the same time as she tightening her grip of me. I nod, because now when I am out I need to sit down and try to calm myself down.

To be continued...

Author's notes: I have more on store, just want to know what you readers think. Worth continuing? And if you have any ideas just tell me!