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"No I think I will be okay, thanks," I replied, mentally cursing Amelia. "Really, I think I should give you a ride," Mr. Grabby hands said as he seized my arm. Great, this night keeps getting better. "Let go!" I screamed while pulling my arm away. Unfortunately, the combination of high strappy heels and too many drinks affected my stability. I went down like a ton of bricks, landing with my wrist twisted under me. While I was distracted and screaming in pain, Mr. Grabby bent down to seize me again. He lifted me by my injured hand gripping me so hard, his long fingernails drew blood. "Please, stop!" I cried out. Then I heard a booming voice," Let her go!" Eric stormed over. Mr. Grabby let go and turned his slim body away from Eric, readying to run. However, Eric was faster. Eric hit Mr. Grabby, boom, boom, and boom. Mr. Grabby fell to the ground unconscious, a piece of his black, slicked hair falling into his face.
"Are you okay?" Eric asked, barley breathing hard. If I hadn't seen it myself, I would have never known that Eric just beat someone into unconsciousness. "I think my wrist is broken," I replied, my voice shaky. "Let me see," Eric said. He took my hand gently, and examined it. Maybe he was a doctor, although he looked too young to be. "I think it's just bruised." Eric said, sounding relieved. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital, just in case?" "I can't go, my brother will be really mad, and his girlfriend would never let me live it down." I replied getting nervous. What am I going to do? Where am I going to go tonight? I think I can still go to Amelia's. "Do you want me to call the cops for you?" Eric replied as Mr. Grabby started to stir. "N-no, I am not supposed to be here," I said, worrying. "Do you need a ride home?" Eric asked leading me away from Mr. Grabby. "That would be nice," I replied, feeling oddly safe. After all Eric had probably just saved my life.
Eric held my unbruised hand and led me to his car. We stopped at a shiny corvette. "Is this really yours?" I asked skeptically. "Yes, it's really mine," Eric replied with a slight smile. "Where can I take you?" Eric asked as we pulled out of the parking lot. "Um, I'm not sure; we can try my friend Amelia's place." "Is that the one who ditched you?" Eric asked after I gave him the directions. "Yes, but I can't go to my house," I answered hoping that Amelia was home. "Why is that, Sookie?" Eric asked glancing at me, his shoulder length blonde hair blowing slightly from the wind coming from his slightly opened window. "My brother is my legal guardian, for a little while anyway; he doesn't mind me staying at Amelia's place, as long as I stay out of trouble. His girlfriend and I don't get along, so I spend a lot of time at Amelia's." "How old are you, Sookie?" Oops! "I am, well, I am seventeen." I replied. "How old are you?" "Twenty," Eric replied more confident then I had. "I guess you have a fake I.D too." "No," Eric simply replied. "No?" I asked, "Then how did you get in?" "I have my ways," he said with a smile in his voice. I just let it go; it didn't look like I was going to get an answer anyways.
As we neared Amelia's apartment, I didn't see her car parked outside, great. "I'll just wait here until she comes back," I said a little worried. "Can't you call her?" Eric asked. "I don't have a phone, and Amelia left her phone at home anyways. There wasn't room in her tiny purse." "Well, that's stupid," Eric replied simply. "That's just how Amelia is; you can go I will be okay." At least I hope I'll be okay. But, I didn't want to be any more of a bother. "I think I will stay with you, if that's okay," Eric said casually, surprising me. "Sure, if you want," I said relieved.
We awkwardly stood outside Amelia's place. My feet were screaming, damn these heels. "Are you cold, Sookie?" Eric asked, "Would you like my jacket?" Summer was approaching, but the nights were still chilly. "Sure." I replied, surprised. He took off his jacket, revealing a dark blue button up shirt. It hugged the muscle on his arms just right. "Thank you," I said trying not to drool. His jacket smelled like cologne and man, it smelled amazing, it smelled like Eric.
"Do you want to sit?" Eric asked obviously noticing my growing discomfort. "Sure." But instead of sitting in the car, he laid on the hood of his car. I took off my shoes, put them in the car, and awkwardly lay on the hood next to him, staring at the stars. "When is your birthday, Sookie?" Did Eric have an accent? "It's in a month, actually," I said. "That's nice to know." "Why is that nice to know?" I asked curiously, looking over at him. "Look, a shooting star, Sookie," Eric said pointing to the sky. "Make a wish," he said. "I didn't see anything." I replied, skeptically. "That's too bad," he replied, smirking. "He turned his head and looked into my eyes, his blue eyes boring into mine. Just as he was about to say something, Amelia came driving up. Damn it, I internally cursed Amelia again. Eric slid off the hood, and helped me down. "Until we meet again, Sookie," Eric said. Yes there was an accent! But I couldn't place it. He climbed into his corvette and drove off as Amelia walked toward me.
"Who was that?" Amelia asked. "Where the hell did you go?" I asked impatiently, ignoring her question. She better have a good reason. "Well, Pam needed a ride home and I couldn't find you. I was just going to take her home and then drive right back to the club, but she invited me in. It was like I couldn't say no if I wanted to. " I gave her a "what the hell?!" look. "I'm sorry, Sook. It won't happen again, I promise." Amelia said giving me her puppy dog face. "Aw, hell, you're forgiven." I conceded. "So who was that tall drink of water?" Amelia asked as we walked into the house. After I told Amelia about what happened at the club, and she apologized profusely, we changed and climbed into bed. I woke suddenly. It was still dark outside. Something nagging me internally, so I sat down to write. That was the first night I wrote about Eric.
