Don't let me go

Sara's eyes squinted at the lights, as she entered the club, it being her first time, she wasn't exactly sure what to do here. But she had a few extra bucks, and she wanted a few drinks. "Hey... can I buy you a drink?" She heard a male voice behind her. Well, that was easier than she thought it was going to be. Before she turned around she pulled the bottom of her short black dress down, she then twisted around to see a pretty cute straight haired brunette. He wasn't extremely gorgeous, but neither was she. "Uh, sure. Why not." She gave him a small smile and he grinned back at her. "Great. I'm George." "I'm Sara." He nodded his head, "Pretty name for a pretty girl." She smirked, "Not really, but thanks anyways." His eyes trailed down her body, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "Want to dance?" He flashed her a... weird grin. "Uh... what about the drinks...?" He rolled his eyes, "We can get some later, come on." He grabbed her small wrist and yanked her onto the dance floor, filled with sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Now she was REALLY uncomfortable. "I'll go get those drinks now." "Alright..." She stood kind of awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor, people bumping her back and forth, she felt a pair of hands land on her hips, which made her immediately throw herself forward. She adjusted the bracelets on her wrist, it was probably time to go.. she started heading to the door when a drunk girl fell on her, making Sara fall to the side and onto a tall figure. "Oh my God!! I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to.." she removed her hands from the toned chest that they were in and looked up, seeing emerald green eyes, underneath of curly brown locks plastered onto a forehead. "It's alright love. Wasn't your fault." the British accent surprised her, considering they were in New York. She gave him a small smile before having her arm forcefully grabbed and pulled to the middle of the dance floor. "Why'd ya leave??" she smelled alcohol on George's breath. "I-I was about to leave..." "But the party's jus started!!" his hand slapped her bum, gripping it. "U-uh.... I don't feel comfortable with this. I'm gonna go." "Too bad." He forcefully pulled her close to him by her waist and breathed on her, trying his best to grind. Sara threw him off of her and tried to run out, he grabbed her dress from behind and pulled her back to him, which was fairly easy, since she was short, and light. "Let GO of me!!!!" she tried to push him away, with only him gripping her waist tighter, his nails starting to dig into her skin. Suddenly he was pulled back by the collar of his shirt and thrown on the ground. "She said, let go." A deep husky British voice growled. She saw the guy pick up George by the front of his shirt, but he was already out cold, his head falling backwards and his mouth hanging open. The British guy rolled his eyes and dropped the man to the floor. His green eyes met Sara's light blue ones, "Are you alright?" "Y-yes... just a little shaken up... but... I'll be fine." she gave him a small, frightened smile and started to walk out, holding her arms, because it was pretty cold. She was already on the sidewalk when she heard the bottom of someone's shoes slapping the concrete behind her. "Hey. You left this." Sara turned around to see the guy again. They were under a streetlight so she could see him much better, he was actually extremely good-looking. Her eyes flickered to the small object in his hand. A... hairtie? She chuckled slightly, "I have more hairties." He smiled, for the first time. Sara's face lit up when she noticed his adorable dimples. He looked at the hairtie, "Yeah... I figured. I just wanted a reason to talk to you." She scoffed, "Why would you want to talk to me?" There are plenty of girls in that club who would sell themselves for cheap to y-" "I don't want a prostitute." Her heart skipped a small beat. How was this stranger playing with her heart so easily? She didn't even know his name... "Well... there are more girls in the club... that are much better looking than me." He gave a small shrug, "It doesn't matter, I... kind of like you." And there it goes again. God Damnit, why was he doings this? She couldn't just let another man push his way into her heart. She frowned, "I really have to get going." "At least let me drive you home." He offered a rather large hand to her. "Um... alright." She put her small hand into his, as small snowflakes started falling out of the sky, landing on her cheeks and hair. He laced their fingers together and walked to the car slowly, making her heart feel all weird again. Wait. He was a complete stranger. Why was she letting him drive her home? Why was she even letting him hold her hand? Maybe... it was because she felt something about him, that he was... somehow... different. The guy opened the passenger door for her, and she ducked her head slightly and sat in the car. She waited for a few moments, seeing him go around, and getting into the other side. He glanced up at her, "What's your name, by the way?" "It's Sara."

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