![]() “I’m trying to help you.” He says, trying to keep his voice even. He turns to you, his dark eyes clouded with anger. He gives up once he realizes what you’re doing. At the top of the stairs, you stop, but the boy tries to pull you further. The owner of the bar, who’s name you find out is Buck, throws out your boyfriend and the boy in the leather jacket is pulling you through the crowd and up a flight of stairs. His slender fingers curl into a perfect fist and then before your boyfriend knew what was happening, he had the tar beat out of him. You hear fast footsteps coming towards you. You gasp from the floor, bringing you hand to your jaw, that you know will bruise. “I don’t care how many you already had! I buy you something, you take it, understood?!” He yells, bringing his fist swiftly to your jaw, knocking you down. Kinda rude, don’t ya think?” He asks, as his fingers grip tighter and his other hand curls into a fist. “I buy you that drink and you don’t drink it. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” He slurs at you, the alcohol on his breath making you want to gag. You look away as your boyfriend grabs your wrist, tugging you to him. You turn and see the boy in the leather jacket is watching you, a curious/amused look on his face. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end like they do when someone is watching you. His fingers twitch, and unfortunately, you know what happens next. He looks down and sees you didn’t touch your drink. You can’t help but giggle a little as he twirls your hair around his finger. Your boyfriend turns to you and drunkenly smiles. Your friends always try to convince you to leave him, but you can never bring yourself to do it. You cast your eyes to your boyfriend, as you think about how he breaks his promises sometimes. He always promises to never hit you again, but he goes back on his word sometimes. It was bruised… It happened two days ago. You tap your fingers on the wood as your arm throbs a little. You blush a little and avert your eyes to the bar top. He turns and stares at you, almost like he felt you looking at him. You look around the room and see a boy in a leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, leaning against a wall. You had already had two and didn’t really want another. Your boyfriend handed you another beer, but you set it down on the bar. The music is loud and the air is smoky, the smell of beer everywhere.
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