It's November and I feel like it's getting colder and colder, which is probably because I can't afford a thicker jacket or thicker shoes at the moment. I spend most of my money on making sure that my parents are doing well in the nursing home. I'm just on my way to work when my phone starts ringing. It's my best friend Emma. As I get off the bus I pick up and unlock the café at the same time. "Hey Em, what's up," I ask her as I turn on the light. "Hey Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party with me tonight?", I roll my eyes because she knows I actually hate parties. "Em, you know I hate parties." I hear a small annoyed groan. This isn't the first time she's tried to drag me to a party. "Sweetie. You'll never find the right one that way."

Finding the right one. Oh how long I cried over such thoughts. Every night I lay in my bed and thought how it is to have someone now at that moment. But my last relationship was a little while ago. "Alright, because it's you," I give out and I hear a squeak on the other end of the line. I hold my phone a little further away from my ear. "Em, I have to hang up now, my shift starts now and Layla is sick, so I'm alone today," I gave out a little annoyed. Layla is only here because of her father. He wants her to learn that she has to work for his money, but she prefers to take Daddy's money out of her pocket. That's why she's on sick leave. She fucks with a doctor, so you know what she does for it. That always means that I actually me by two parts. My boss is very caring and understands when I just need a longer break. Only Layla can't fire her because the store was bought by Leyla's father. When the first guests arrive, all the stress starts. But somehow the day is different today. I have the feeling that someone is watching me. Although I look around, there is no one who is obviously staring at me.

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I am now standing in front of my closet and don't know what to wear. I had to sell the fancy clothes so I could afford my little apartment. There is a knock on my door. I open it and standing in front of me is Em. "Hey, Em. We don't have a meet for another hour," I ask her, confused, and she just grins at me. When I see the clothes in her hand, I shake my head and look at her. "You definitely can't get me into a dress like that. Absolutely not," I state annoyed and walk towards the kitchen to pour water into my glass. "You are definitely not going to go to this club in one of your pants," I don't look at her because she will know my answer, actually already. "You're going to try on these clothes now and then I'm going to put some makeup on you. Who knows what hot and rich guys are running around there. Maybe the love of your life is in this club," with wide eyes I look at her and almost choke on my water. "The big love doesn't exist Em, how many times do I have to tell you that. The last time I gave someone my heart, they took it and stomped on it." Yeah that's my weak spot. Remembering my ex. I gave him everything I could give him, but what does he do? He cheats on me and flew to Paris with her the next day too. "I'm sorry y/n. I didn't mean to bring up that subject," I give her a hug. "No, it's okay. I'll put on one of those dresses. I don't want to ruin the mood." Now she smiles at me and together we go to my bathroom.

After looking closely at all three dresses, I decided on a simple black dress. It just goes over my butt but it has long sleeves. It's cold outside and I don't want to jump around half naked. Emma has me still equal made up and together we go to the party. The night and two unknowing girls. I do not know how this night ends, but one thing I know. If only one has his hand on me, he will feel the fist. When we have waited fifteen minutes, we can also finally go in and I see an incredible crowd of people. Normally I avoid such crowds, but what don't you do for your best friend. This club is divided into two floors. Upstairs sit the very rich and celebrities and down where we sit and dance, are the very stink normal people who work for a living and just let it all out.

I take a seat at a free table and order us something to drink. "Do you have to work tomorrow morning?", my best friend asked me. I look at my shift schedule and I see that I don't have to work until noon tomorrow. "I can drink a little more today," she immediately gets up and quickly walks to the bar. I look around the club and I already have that feeling again that I'm being watched. Maybe I'm just imagining it because I haven't gotten much sleep the last few weeks. Actually, my thoughts are always with my parents. They got me pretty late back then and I'm still pretty young and I don't know how I'm going to pay all these costs myself. When Em sits down next to me again, I come back to reality. "Have a big sip and then we'll go dancing."

No sooner said than done. I take a big sip of my whiskey cola drink and together we go to the dance floor. I think in this moment I did not care about anything. I also let everything out and laughed so hard. After an hour I don't see Emma anymore and was about to go towards the toilet when I see her already making out with a man. "If you leave, I'll take your bag with me," I say laughing and she gives me a thumbs up. Laughing I walk back to the table and look into the crowds as someone sat down next to me. "Hey I'm Ben," he gave out and I smile at him a little shyly. "Don't give me that look. I'm not going to kill you," he now gives off with a laugh. I'm a little more relaxed now. We start talking and I forget the time. As we are in the middle of a conversation, I get bumped and my bag falls down. "I'm sorry," a young one says. I bend down and pick up my bag. "Don't do anything. It's pretty crowded in here," he apologizes again. I turn my attention back to Ben and was about to take some of my drink when someone takes it from my hand and pours it into a plant. "What the hell are you doing?", I give annoyed and just look into unbelievably beautiful brown eyes. I've forgotten how to speak. His gaze passes over my body and then lingers on my lips.

"Get out of my club now. IMMEDIATELY!", he gave angrily. Ben is taken out by two bodyguards. Still shocked by what just happened, I'm still standing here not knowing what to say. A guy comes back and stands next to him. "Se ha ido. Puedes hablar con éll," the tall guy with a bald head gave. "Come with me," the good-looking man gave out and holds my upper arm. I pull but my arm away from his grip and take a few steps back. "No way am I going with you way buddy. You could kill me if no one else looks."

It's like a bad movie. He looks pissed, but I don't really care. I sit back down in my seat and look at my phone. When all of a sudden I am picked up and carried out. My kicking does not bring much, because his grip is much too strong. I am put down in a car and I can already see how I will be stabbed. "You're not going to die," says the guy whose name I still don't know. I could burst with rage and that's what he's going to get. "Say, what do you think you're doing? First you spilled my drink just like that and then you just throw me over your shoulder and carry me out like a wet bag!", I yell at him, but he keeps looking at his tray. I tried to get out again, but the door just won't open. "Don't even try. You can't get out and you won't get out." Now he looks up from his tray and lets the driver know he can go. "I'm going to get off and they can't charge me at all," I say, annoyed. He can only laugh at my comment, which makes me even angrier. "What's so stupid to laugh about now," he stops laughing and looks at me seriously now. "Don't ever talk to me like that again y/n," he says sternly, pulling my face towards him. "How do you know my name and why am I sitting here?", I look at his lips and then at his perfect face. "Instead of yelling at me you could thank me." I roll my eyes and push his hand off my face and laugh. "Thank me for what? You owe me a drink. My girlfriend is still in this club too," without saying anything he looks at me with his cold expression and scans me. "He put something in your drink. He would have raped you." I had to swallow and hold my hand in front of my mouth. "But of course I still owe you a drink and your girlfriend, was busy with Nick. We both know that," incredulously I'm still looking at him, not knowing what else to say. When the car stopped he gets out. Why can he get out and I can't? As he opens my door I look at him uncertainly, which he notices. He hands me his hand him "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me."

I take his hand uncertainly and when I look around, we are at my house. "How do you know where I live?", I say shyly again. When he touches me on the back I wince, which doesn't make him happy. "You'll find out all about that calmly tomorrow at breakfast." I'll see him again. What does he want from me? I don't even know his name. "I'm Tom. Tom Holland," he said. As if he can read my mind "No I can't read your mind, just you don't have much of a poker face", now he starts laughing. He gets closer to me and comes to my ear, which now already gives me goosebumps just because he is near me. "You're not getting rid of me y/n. You're mine," the door is opened for him and before he sits inside he turns to me again. "Tomorrow at 9am I'll pick you up," with that he gets in and he's gone. "What just happened here?", that was just my only question. I take my key and go into my small apartment. I get out of these uncomfortable shoes and then look at myself in the mirror. "Y/N, never let your drink out of your sight again," I speak to myself. I shake myself as I think about all that could have happened if he hadn't been there.
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Se ha ido. Puedes hablar con él = He is gone. You can talk to him
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