"You spiked her drink." He didn't deny the girlfriend thing.
"Maybe it was a little strong, is she even old enough to drink?" He teased Annie. She muttered something incoherent.
"Neither of us are." Nick replied through his teeth.
"Hey don't get angry with me! It's Friday night! I got bored. Let your curlers down granny!" I raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, I'm a guy!" Nick emphasised.
"Yeah, but your hair still looks curled." The guy was getting closer to Annie. She was all but unconscious and the guy looked like he was in a manipulating mood.
"Leave her alone!" Nick demanded as Annie batted the guys hand away from her face.
"So menacing, tall, dark, handsome, 'Leave her alone!' wait till the papers see this Nick." The guy smiled. Annie slapped him. He put his strong hand round her neck. Nick reacted by punching him round the ear. He didn't move his hand from Annie's neck and punched Nick round the nose. Blood started pouring before Nick was unconscious. He'd been knocked out. "Excuse me a minute darling'." The guy smiled a toothy smile as he went over to Nick and Annie got her breath back. The guy pulled out a knife and slit Nick's wrist before dragging him to a dumpster and handcuffing him to it. Then the guy (let's call him Carl, for the sake of it) 'casually' stepped on Nick's ankle, hearing a pretty satisfying click on his way back to Annie. She was still breathless when Carl went back over to her. He grabbed her neck again and pushed her head back on the rough brickwork, blood trickled down the back of her neck. He then pulled her back forward and threw her on the ground of the alleyway, hearing another satisfying crack as her forehead hit the jagged, kicked up concrete. She turned to look up at Carl, he jumped on her ankle and she screamed.
"No!" Nick exclaimed, he'd swung back round to consciousness but couldn't move. Tears streamed down his cheeks due to the blood running off his arm, the scratches on his back from where he'd been dragged, his ankle throbbed from where it had been stepped on and he feared for Annie.
"Mr Lucas, I'm glad you're with us to see this." Carl smiled, drawing his knife. Annie's wide eyes met Nick's, she was pleading for him to help. The handcuffs rattled and created a burning sensation on Nick's wrist, it was so tightly done up. Carl placed his knife under Annie's ribs, slowly drawing a jagged line across her stomach down to her hip. Annie screamed in agony.
"No!" Nick begged. Carl threw the knife to one side and picked Annie up, throwing her against the wall. Nick heard cracks and looked away from Annie's limp body. Nick turned back to look at the club, he needed to get someone's attention. He saw 3 figures; in the blur that Nick could see he couldn't recognise them. He turned back to look at Annie, he couldn't see clearly but 'Carl' was on top of her, and it didn't look good. Nick turned to the figures and tried to recognise them again. He didn't notice Carl disappear, leaving a lit match next to Annie, to burn her.
"Hey! Help! Help!" Nick called. They slowly turned. The flames lapped at Annie's clothes. "Please help us!" Nick shouted. The 3 figures ran over. Nick recognised them as Kevin, Joe and Stella before he passed out.
Joe, Kevin and Stella panicked. The dialled 911 and found a fire extinguisher to put out the fire that, at the centre, was Annie. An ambulance and the Police soon arrived, freeing Nick and taking the young pair of teens to hospital. Joe rung Mr and Mrs Lucas, meeting them at the hospital, directed straight to Nick's room. He was conscious and panicky.
"Where's Annie? What happened to her? She was burning,"
"Nick, calm down!" Joe tried to soothe his brother.
"Is she dead?" Nick whispered.
"We don't know. Don't think so." Joe answered. His parents talking to a Doctor.
"Nick what happened? Who's that girl?" Kevin asked.
"I met her at the club. We got talking, I really like her. She went to the bathroom then didn't feel well, so I was going to take her home. Some guy was stalking us, he'd spiked her drink, and he attacked us. He knocked me out and did some stuff to Annie and made me watch while he attacked her some more. I think he... it was terrible." Nick whined.
"I'll go see if she's ok." Stella whispered. When they'd arrived at the scene, she'd burst into tears to see one of her closest friends like this, she didn't recognise the girl. She was ushered to the intensive care unit after asking about Annie, she only had to stand at the door to see the damage that had been caused to Annie. Her forehead was red and scabby and Doctors were trying to bandage her middle. Burn's covered Annie's arms and Stella put her hand over her mouth. She daren't go any closer or she'd start crying again. Stella practically ran back to Nick's room, he was trying to walk around though limping. He looked up.
"How was she?" He asked hopefully. Stella didn't want to disappoint him. She took a deep breath.
"She's in intensive care." Stella whispered. Nick's face fell.
"Is she conscious yet?" Nick asked, summoning the little hope he had left. Stella shook her head. "I feel terrible." Nick admitted, sitting on the bed.
"Do you want more painkillers, sweetie?" Sandy asked.
"Not that kind of terrible." Nick muttered.
"Why'd you feel guilty?" Kevin asked.
"Because I didn't do anything." Nick whispered.
"Dude, you were handcuffed to a dumpster with blood trickling down your arm. You couldn't help her!" Joe emphasised. Nick looked up at him. "And we all know you would have done everything to help her."
"Is it that obvious?" Nick asked.
"Yes." His Dad chipped in. Nick smiled. "Well, you were very eager." Tom shrugged.
"I want to see her." Nick announced, getting back up onto his feet.
"No Nick. The Doctor said you're injuries are minor but you need to rest." Sandy stopped him. It was midnight. Nick nodded and climbed into his bed for the night. His Mom kissed his forehead and ushered the family out. Nick drifted easily but his unconscious was haunted by what happened outside the club.
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