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Hurt

If I've ever felt comfortable at anytime in my life, I don't remember. In Meridian my personality was stifled within an inch of its life, my parents just didn't understand me, and that's a cliché if I've ever heard one.

My time on the open road fared no better, let me tell you now, hitch hiking to Canada was one hell of a rip roaring ride. From avoiding the unsavoury weirdo's who lacked any morals, to meeting a world class cage fighter, it was one problem after another. I couldn't fit in in Meridian, I would never have wanted to on the road and it didn't matter how hard I tried at the mansion, it was still the same.

So please explain why anytime I haul my ass into a bar and suck the place dry of liquor, I feel content.

Yeah, of course you're right, its the affects of the alcohol and that's why I need to drink. Can you understand this is the only way I will ever be able to live in this world until I find my rightful place. I will drink first than ask questions later. Well drink and smoke a certain something. I believe I smell the whiff of Marijuana in my midst.

I eagerly inspect my surroundings in the bar, searching for the culprit. It must be old pig eyes over there whose standing flicking cigarette ash over the wooden floor. Oh, he's spaced out alright, his eyes are glazed over and he's looking right at me.

"Come join me, girl." He says in what I assume he regards as his seductive voice.

I would not agree usually, but this guy is smoking a rather enticing joint and I certainly need a drag or two.

So, I amble on over and sit on the bar stool beside him, flashing him a smile that would make Brad Pitt cum in his pants. Okay, I've had a drink, excuse my lewdness.

"You're the one drinking from the famous Wolverine's tab, huh?"

Well come on, you didn't really expect me to spend my last four measly dollars did you?

"Yep, Wolverine can be so generous when he wants to be." I reply finishing my beer and ordering another.

"Really?" He asks appearing surprised.

"Well no, actually. If he walked in here now, he would flip his lid and punch us both in the mouth." I remark with delight, knowing that will never happen. Logan's on a solo mission and he's miles away, thank God.

"I've heard the stories but he never sounded that tough." He answers nodding towards the cage on the opposite side of the bar.

"You'd be surprised. He might not look like much, but he's a skilled fighter."

Logan would not like my new found friend at all and that's what makes him so attractive. Not in the way that you dirty minded people are thinking of, Jesus Christ, give me some credit.

Mr. Pig eyes is approximately five foot ten, his eyes are set too far apart and he's rather shifty looking with blond shaggy hair. I like my men taller, darker, somewhat handsome and those that don't resemble porky the pig, thank you very much. But there is one thing that will make me gravitate towards him though.

"How about I buy you a drink and you share that." I point at the half smoked joint he's clutching in his fingers.

"I don't think this was a very good idea."

"You said you wanted to go somewhere quiet."

"I've changed my mind." I utter in the darkness, my instincts screaming at me to leave.

I only wanted to step outside for some fresh air, the lights in the bar were making my eyes ache. I'm drunk and stoned, a lethal combination if I say so myself. I'm surprised at my current level of drunkenness though, I'm having trouble standing upright.

"I think I had too much to drink." I mumble into my hand, swaying on my feet.

"It's not the drink, sweetheart." Pig Eyes sneers, brushing a sweaty hand across my pale and clammy face. "I added a little something to your drink to make it that much sweeter."

Oh God, I learnt all about this in health class. Jean, she always said you have to be careful and always watch yours and your friends drinks just in case this happened. Pig Eyes has spiked my fucking drink. How could I have let this happen?

"What, cat got your tongue?"

My vision is gradually blurring, my head is swimming, my legs are trembling and I'm absolutely terrified. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone." I beg, knowing that in my current state I have no other choice then to appeal to this guy's human nature.

"It isn't fun now, is it?" He demands dementedly, his stale breath tickling my throat.

"I don't..."

"You," Pig Eyes shouts, grabbing hold of my hair, throwing me against the brick wall and effectively pinning me with his body. "Were playing with me earlier, sending me signals, flirting. What did you expect to happen? Did you think I would just walk away? Did you, did you?"

"Please stop," I whisper petrified, tears falling. "You're hurting me."

"Am I?" He asks tauntingly, digging his fingers into the flesh of my shoulder. "Is this hurting you?"

I carefully nod my head, gazing into his eyes and searching for a scrap of humanity but I find nothing. I'm face to face with an utter psychopath and what scares me most is that I'm not in control of what happens to me next.

"Poor baby, let me kiss it better."

"N… N... No," I stammer, fighting to keep myself awake.

"Wrong answer." Pig Eyes calmly states his hands wandering over my body. "I've been watching you for days. You're all on your own and I chose you. You're mine and I'm done waiting."

I squeeze my tired eyes shut and wait for the inevitable, I'm too exhausted to fight. Suddenly, Pig Eyes is yanked off me with considerable force and I slide down the wall in relief and come to rest on the ground, shaking and weeping .

"I might have somethin' to say bout' that, Bub." A fierce voice growls.

I know that voice, but it can't be, he's supposed to be on a mission.

"She's my girlfriend..." Pig Eyes claims now appearing rather frightened himself.

I hear a crack and bury my face further into my hands, not wanting to witness anymore violence tonight. The crack is followed by a dozen or more thuds, grunts and pained moans.

"I ever catch you lookin' at her again, it won't be a beatin' next time, you'll be a dead man."

I peek out from behind my fingers and watch Pig Eyes receive a few sharp hefty kicks to his ribs as he lies motionless on the ground.

"Logan…" I mutter under my breath.

"Yeah," Logan replies, glaring at his unconscious victim. "You okay?" He quizzes, walking over and crouching down beside me. He brushes a calloused hand against my forehead and frowns. "You're burnin' up."

"He's been following me and I... It was my fault..." I sniff regretfully.

"Hey, now," He soothes in his typical gruff manner, drawing me into a hug. "I've got you, kid, you're safe."

Logan's right, I'm safe in his arms and presence. Pig Eyes can't hurt me when he's around. I have to tell him about the spiked drink but I feel so drowsy and nauseous, I can't fight it much longer.

"He..." Is all I manage to whisper before passing out against Logan's chest.