I honestly was nervous about tonight. I had no idea who this man truly was as a person and I didn’t even get his name! What have I gotten myself into? But I almost have a job in my hands and I can’t let it slip away. I have to be brave and only let him know that I’m interested in the job, not him.

I’ll be OK, everything will be fine. I hope so.

Once I was changed into my outfit - which was actually the nicest pair of clothes I owned - I looked at the time and saw that it was barely going to be 6:15. It took me an hour to get to the book shop today and now I’m wearing heels so it will take long so I better leave now if I want to make it on time. Just when I opened the door my moody and grouchy apartment manager was there glaring at me. I already knew what was coming.

“Where’s this month’s rent Mia?” He asked in annoyance.

“I told you I don’t have it but I will have it soon, I promise!” I tell him in a sweet voice to get him on his good side.

“You told me that last week!” He yelled at me and I sighed. He was right, but I didn’t have the full rent money yet. “Look… I’m only doing this because you are a pretty girl I don’t want you on the streets... OK fine you have another week until you give me the full amount soon. And if you don’t have it by then, then you’re out of here, got it?” I nodded rapidly and gave him an awkward hug as a thank you and I got a pat on the back in return. “Now get out of my sight doll face.”

I rolled my eyes at his words. He always likes to call me ‘doll face’ for some reason. I say a quick thank you and dash down the hall and down the stairs until I begin walking to the book store.

An hour and half later I’ve finally made it. I’m not sweating since it’s chilly right now.

I knock on the closed book store but see that the lights inside of the place are on. In a matter of seconds the owner comes out looking nice in jeans and a tight black shirt, showing off his medium sized muscles.

“Just in time, ready to go?” He asks and I nod. OK, I can do this. “C’mon, my car is over there,” he points to across the street.

The whole drive there was quiet and awkward but then I decide to ask him a few things, after all, this wasn’t a date or anything, just an interview I guess.

“What is your name? I didn’t get to ask you earlier,” I say.

“My name is Michael, Michael Ford,” he says and I nod.

“I’m Mia Harper,” I tell him.

“Lovely name,” he smiles and I give a thank you back.

When we finally get to the club, its pack, I don’t know how we are going to get in.

He parks the car and we both get out and stop in front of the line. Michael whispers something into the bouncer’s ear and he nods before looking down at the list then nods for us to go in. I’m a bit shock, how did we get in?

“How did you get us in?” I ask him curiously as we make it toward the bar. The music becomes louder to my ears.

“My younger brother is the DJ,” he points to a guy who is bopping his head to the loud music he’s playing in the back with the DJ equipment.

“Um, so, how are we going to talk if you can barely hear me?” I say loudly over the music so he can hear.

“Let’s have a great time first and then we’ll talk,” he gives me smile but again, it looks like more of a smirk. I swallow nervously and nod.

I follow him to get drinks and he gives me some sort of red type of drink. Even though I was with Xavier, I didn’t drink much, only wine or a beer here and there.

“Drink it, it’s good!” He insists and I just give him fake laugh and sip the drink. It does taste pretty good.

“C’mon lets go sit down!” He says and I follow him to an empty booth. We sit down drink our drinks and just listen to the loud music.

I look around the club and seeing everyone is having fun, well except me because I don’t want to be here. As I was looking at couples dance together, my eyes spotted two goofy guys dancing crazy. I couldn’t help but laugh at their dance moves; I’ve never seen that one before. Now they look like they are enjoying themselves. I didn’t realize I was staring at them for a while until one of them looks at me straight in the eye. He’s very handsome, and is built. His hair is just styled up but his hair is buzzed cut on the sides. I look down in embarrassment that he caught me looking.

“Do you want another one?” Michael breaks my thoughts and points to the empty glass in my hand.

“Um, no I don’t think I should have another,” I try to decline nicely.

“Oh c’mon, have some fun! What’s the point in being young if you don't have fun!” He nudges my shoulder. I guess he was right.

I gave in. “OK, fine, I’ll have another,” I giggle. He leaves for a few minutes before coming back with another one of those drinks that I just had, still don’t know what its called.

After I finished my second round, I’ll feel slightly tipsy but not fully drunk. Michael still hasn’t asked anything with the job and I’m bit worried that he won’t at all tonight…

“Let’s dance!” He tells me and pulls me up from sitting down.

“O-OK,” I nod and follow him to the dance floor that’s full of drunk, hormonal, and crazy people dancing. He pulls me close to him and I immediately feel uncomfortable. I move my hips a little bit just to get a feel of the music as Michael is moving with the beat already.

Suddenly I feel his hands run down my back until he reaches for my bum and squeezes it.

I feel a little sober now that I know what’s going on. “Michael please don’t,” I say as I push myself away from him. Wrong move.

“Don’t be like that babe,” he slurs a bit.

Now I’m afraid.

He pulls me back to him and now his chest is pressed against mine and he begins to kiss my neck.

“Stop, Michael no, I don’t want to do this,” I say as I try again to push him away.

“Stop being a little bitch and just play nice, OK?” He yells in my face and my body is shaking in fear.

Now I don’t care if I don’t get this job, I’m not going to let him take advantage of me.

“Stop, please, no,” I say as I finally push him away this time and stumble a little bit as I make my way out of the club. Just as I make my way down the street, I hear his voice again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He hisses and pulls me and I hit his arms and stomach so he can let go of me. I try to scream for help but only to have my mouth cover by his sweaty hand instead.

He pulls me toward the dark on the side of the building where no one can see what's happening.

“Be quiet or I’ll be rough on you!” He barks and I feel the tears stinging in my eyes.

“You really didn’t think I was going to hire you, did you?” He laughed evilly making the tears spilt over my cheeks. He began kissing my neck as I whimpered and tried to knee him where it hurts the most but he had me pinned tight to the wall making it impossible to move.

Just as he began to pull down my top off my shoulders, the tears began to fall down rapidly.

Was this really going to happen to me?

Was I going to get raped then die?

Maybe death wasn’t a bad thing for me.

“Hey you, leave her alone!” I heard someone yell a couple of feet away. Then in a second Michael was no long holding me against the wall. Instead he was being brutally beating up by a dark shadowed figure. I was shaking with fear and I felt cold.

“Don’t you ever take advantage of a woman like that ever again, do you hear me? Be glad I won’t call the cops on you! But next I will if this happens again!” He yelled and punched Michael one last time. Michael only groaned in pain in response. It was too dark to see the face of the guy who saved me but as he walked closer to me, I couldn’t help but gasp.

It was the guy who was dancing crazy with his friend, the one who caught me staring at him.

“Are you alright babe?” He asked softly so he wouldn’t scare me.

“Y-yes,” I nod but the tears didn’t stop. I think I was alright.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says and I let him guide me out of the darkness until we reach a street light pole. Everything seems clearer but I’m still afraid.

“Did he hurt you?” He asks.

“No,” I shake my head.

“Good, I’m glad you’re alright,” he gives me a small smile. I gave a small smile back but felt like I was going to pass out at any moment.

“Liam! Were the hell did you go?!" I hear someone ask from afar and realize it’s his friend.

So his name is Liam? The boy who saved me is named Liam. That's a nice name.

I didn’t get to hear his reply because I was already consumed by darkness.

Notes

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