PROMPT: "PLEASE," SHE BEGGED
“Please,” she begged trying to convince him to let her go.
He just laughed and squeezed her arm harder to make her understand he was the boss.
His laughter died on his lips when he felt her knee goring him in his groin and turned into a whoosh. He bent breathless and she pulled herself out of his reach.
“That would teach you some manners, mister,” she threw sternly over her shoulder and ran to the corner of the building looking for the entrance of the bar.
She was in a strange neighborhood and she cursed the lack of thought when she agreed to go for a ride with Tyler. Mara had told her he wasn’t to be trusted but she’d thought it was her jealousy talking. Tyler was one of the best looking guys on the campus and she’d been trying to make him notice her for a long time. She fancied his blond hair and blue eyes, as well as his built. He was a walking dream. When he finally came to her that afternoon and invited her for a ride in the evening, she thought she’d struck gold. Now she saw that the gold was tarnished.
Tyler brought her in a seedy neighborhood and parked his bike behind a bar that might have seen better times. He persuaded her to go inside for drinks but once they got to the side of the building he simply pushed her to the wall and tore her shirt. Buttons flew everywhere and for a few moments she froze in place. Her brain refused to process what was going on. When she felt his hand on her bra, then her brain started functioning again and she tried to talk to Tyler and make him let her go. He wouldn’t listen. He was very clear that he considered she knew why he invited her out and he was waiting for her to respect her part of the deal.
She rushed to find the door to the bar afraid that Tyler would recover soon and come after her. She wanted to find someone else to protect her although she had her doubts that she’d find someone in that forgotten place. It didn’t seem the place where good guys would go for a good time.
She heard Tyler’s steps crunching on the pebbles of the alley and she rushed to get inside the bar. When she opened the door, a fog of smoke hit her in the face and her stomach protested at the strong smell of stale beer. Only the fear that Tyler would catch up with her made her go in looking around to see if she could see anyone that would side with her. Her hopes dies one by one when she took in the people around. There was a crowd, that was true, but not the crowd she’d usually associate with. For a moment there, she was sure she fell out of the frying pan into the fire. There was a bunch of huge guys sporting tattoos on their thick arms at the bar and all of them were eying her as if she were the entertainment of the evening. She hesitated and tried to find a solution to her predicament.
When she heard the door behind her opening, she jumped and looked back. Tyler was standing in the open door looking at her with mean and red eyes. She was in real trouble now. When he reached out to take her arm she ran to the bar blindly and she bumped into a giant. The giant’s beer spilled everywhere and he stared her down. She felt like she was melting inside. That was the worse night of her life and no one would help her. She whimpered and tears fell on her cheeks. She felt Tyler’s strong fingers on her arm and she tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let go. The giant stood and put the empty glass on the counter and then turned to her and pulled her out of Tyler’s grip.
“Hey, man,” Tyler snapped, “she’s with me.”
She started shaking her head but the giant didn’t seem to pay any attention to her. His icy eyes were trained on Tyler and didn’t show any benevolence.
“I doubt it,” he said with an unnatural calm and pulled her on his side. “You’re with me, sweetheart, aren’t you?”
She didn’t know what to do. She knew what Tyler wanted and she definitely didn’t want to go with him but she didn’t know this guy either. He didn’t seem the gentle type who would listen to her sorry tale and let her go. Nonetheless, she didn’t feel his fingers digging in her flesh as Tyler’s did and she thought that choosing the evil you knew might not be the smartest move.
“Yes, I’m with you,” she said, although her answer wasn’t loud enough to go further than the two guys.
“So, beat it,” the giant pushed Tyler away. He leaned forward and on a low tone he added “Never come to her again or I’ll have to rearrange your pretty face, got it?”
Tyler swallowed hard and nodded and then left the bar banging the door behind him.
She relaxed for a moment but when she looked up to the giant’s eyes she froze. His eyes were cold as a winter night.
“Do you want a drink or do you want to be on our way?” he asked.
She didn’t know what she wanted. She wanted a drink. Actually, she needed a drink. At the same time, she wanted the night to end and put it behind her.
“Okay, let’s go,” he said and put a banknote on the counter.
He took her hand and she followed him meekly to the door. She was at a loss of words.
Outside, he led her to the parking lot and took the only hamlet he had and gave it to her.
“Put it on and tell me where I should drive you.”
She looked at him, the hamlet dangling from her fingers and couldn’t utter a sound.
“You need to go home,” he continued. “You seem to have had a bad night and you need to go home and forget about it.”
As she didn’t seem to be able to do anything, he took the hamlet from her hand and put it on her head fastening it under her chin.
“Where do you live?” he tried again.
“You… you... you mean you’ll drive me home?”
“Yes, of course… You don’t think I’ll take advantage of your situation,” he scoffed at her.
She shook her head fast and told him she was living on the campus. He mounted his bike and waited for her to do the same and then drove his bike to the campus. When he got in front of her dorm, he dismounted, helped her dismount as well and unfastened her hamlet.
“I… I don’t know how to thank you,” she said. “I didn’t expect…”
He looked at her, touched the lock of hair that had fallen on her face, and after a few moments, he leaned towards her and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Maybe you can go on a date with me. Not at that bar, of course, here in town, where there are lots of people and you could feel safe…”
She nodded. “Tomorrow, at six?”
“Okay, tomorrow at six,” he said and went back to his bike and drove away.
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