“A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.” ~ Philip Sidney

I had to get out of here, plain and simple. Straight forward and to the point, I needed an out.

That one dangerous, toe sizzling smile bought me out from my drunken giddy daze and now I was thrusted into another stage of emotions and feelings that the alcohol had buried and rid of. My mind was free of all that drama and those sinful and torturous thoughts and yet now seeing him with that dazzling aggravating smile had reality crashing back.

Being drunk I was able to let the alcohol take me away and have me happy and alive, not caring of my actions or said words because it was simply the alcohol. Yet now standing there catching his eyes as he sung and his voice wrapped tight around my form, doing illegal things to my body, I was splashed back to reality where he was simply there, meaning I had to have my guard back up.

His genuinely beautiful charming smile and those sparkling eyes that burnt with intensity had my insides quivering, my throat and lips dry and my knees weak ready to collapse. The breath was literally punched out of me and a part of me thought I had been hit, steamed over by a bus or train. Winded I felt my insides quiver and my body react simply from his voice gaze, even if he was far away on a stage and the boisterous people cheering around me blocked my view.

Surely that was alcohol still speaking!

Letting go of a ragged breath I couldn’t be quicker at my escape of this lounge, of the countless hot and alcohol tinted bodies surrounding me and that heated pair of eyes. My body was boiling and burning and all I wanted was out, fresh air and some sanity. Where was that voice inside me that was supposed to be wise and tell me what to do? Because all the voices in my head were telling me to somewhat explicated and illegal things with a certain someone right up on that stage.

I was becoming such a whore!

Pushing through countless people, not even pausing to be polite about it I barged and shoved passed people, ignoring some of their indignant gazes or responses. I didn’t care that my friends had no idea I was fleeing let alone on my own and I certainly didn’t care about anything else like how I was getting home, right now walking home would be more than welcoming.

Pushing the door opened rather roughly I ignored the slight rattle of the glass panes in the door as the ice cold breeze tackled me outside and coiled around me and I greedily inhaled and basked in the fresh and heady free air surrounding me. It was so welcoming and comforting that I wished I could just wrap myself up around it and fall asleep, like on a cloud.

I stood out there for quite some time, just standing there in the peaceful silent night outside the lounge breathing in the fresh and light breeze and listening to the gradual calming of my wildly thrashing heart. My gaze lazily looked around, not anxious of going anywhere as I looked at all the surrounding shops closed up since it was well past midnight and into the morning. I could hear the odd pair of intoxicated people climbing into cars or taxis or leaving a club giggling and laughing, others were stumbling, and others practically having sex on the streets as the left for the night.

the sight in all honesty made me smile at the teenage life, it wasn’t the alcohol that made going out in town so fun really, it was just being out around people and letting loose and enjoying and basking in the beauty of life. It was moments like these that I realized how truly lucky I was despite half of the shit I was dealing with, my life wasn’t so tragic or pitiful, I still had people to enjoy life with and who still loved me despite my ways and past.

“Bailey! Oh thank god I’ve been looking for you!”

And as usual I had spoken way too soon.

I couldn’t help the sarcastic and heavy dramatic sigh coupled with the roll of my eyes, my back however tensed on guard and cautious as it should be. I didn’t like having my back to him, I didn’t trust him and no one would fault me for that either. Turning stiffly slightly my eyes found him as he approached me from a bar, sliding out and walking towards me.

My eyes quickly studied him anxiously, my body on high alert as I tried to calculate just how much alcohol he had consumed. I didn’t know if lots of alcohol consumption which meant more miscalculated movements and stumbles was better, or sane and collected meaning little alcohol was for the best. Either both seemed dangerous in their own way.

He wasn’t stumbling really, his strides were sure and direct and rather sharp and fast like he was afraid I’d run and hide in a blink of an eye. Which wasn’t impossible, I wanted out as soon as I heard his voice but right now I had to play it cool because I wasn’t letting him know how afraid I was. I also certainly wasn’t going to go back into the lounge now, that would only bring more drama into more confide places and attention, and I certainly didn’t want to be banned from that place due to a fight breaking out and causing a scene.

I wasn’t stupid though either, I knew he would have consumed alcohol. When hadn’t Tyler consumed alcohol? He was a hard person to judge character of, he could have been fully filled with alcohol to the brink and yet seem somewhat sober and sane. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how to handle alcohol really; he just simply didn’t know when to stop.

“What do you want Tyler?” I sighed heavily, not even hiding my aggravation and exhaustion of his presence. I learnt a long time ago that being polite about things did nothing to get through his thick skull and no matter how I spoke to him he’d never bat an eye. Charley jokes about saying it was because he was soulless and a part of me has to agree, he was after all somewhat like the devil.

“Hey don’t be like that.” he said giving me an innocent smile as if there was no scars from the past shared between us, as if we didn’t share a dark past “C’mon it’s late, you’re on your own so how about heading back to my place, we can finish the part off there.” He said giving me the devilish cheeky smile I had fallen for quite some time ago as he wiggled his brows, now it was just vulgar and repulsive making me internally shudder and cringe.

I had the decency though to blush bloody crimson, more so at the fact that if all that stuff between us hadn’t happened and we were still together I would have laughed and giggled before agreeing. I blushed rather from humiliation and shame at my old self, rather than his words.

“I’m with Aaron and the girls here, I’m waiting for them to go home.” I lied slightly, hoping the lie about them coming would have him turning around declaring defeat.

Luck has never been on my side.

“Those? Gee, what a life.” he snorted sarcastically, his eyes sparking with hidden anger and jealously behind the surface at the mention of Aaron, he had never liked Aaron or how close we were. Protective and possessive boyfriends were only attractive so far before it came purely annoying and aggravating and Tyler sure did push to that limit and higher.

“Yes a life, which doesn’t involved you!” I pointed out forcefully, not raising my voice but trying to get through to him, praying that maybe the millionth time would be a charm. “So why don’t you just leave me alone?” I asked my voice not even pleading like it used to, my tone was just toneless, bored and over asking the same question over and over.

“Look, why am I always telling you this? I lo-“

“Just go away Ty.” I whispered softly, cutting over him not wanting to hear those three words pass through his lips and aimed at me.

“No!” he said his voice rising “I’m not going fucking anywhere until you hear me through!” he cried, his voice rising and I was again thankful we were outside and it wasn’t in the middle of the day with an audience. “So you’re going to listen and you’re going to listen good-“ his hand reaching out to grab me.

“Hey mate, take it easy.” My hero said, coming to the rescue as he intervened Tyler’s hand that had been reaching for me and keeping things calm and cool. He turned to me, his hand securely holding my elbow “You ready to go home bella?”

I was ridden speechless, tongue tied and unable to form a coherent sentence as my gaze was still locked and riddled by his burning gaze. Hell I was still shocked at his sudden appearance at my side, let alone his perfect timing as if he knew I was in needing of saving. My heart was still in my throat from where it had leaped from his startling and humbling appearance and I felt like I was spinning and twirling, I was beyond capable of answering such a simple question.

Tyler however beat me to speaking though “She’s staying here, right babe?” he interjected shooting me a glance that most likely would have made me quiver in fear if Blake wasn’t standing at my side securely holding me and putting distance between my ex lover and I.

His controlling and claim of ownership over my life and my body was like a slap in the face and transpiration back into reality as anger flared and boiled in me. I knew better than to fight fire with fire so instead I sighed softly under my breath as I turned with Blake’s edging murmuring softly “Just go home Ty.”

Ty was never one to take no for answer and as quick as lightning, almost something not humanly possible his hand shot out and curled and wrapped tightly around my wrists and hand crushing it harshly as he yanked and tugged me slightly towards him, saying nothing but keeping his glaring gaze solely on Blake.

“Ah Ty.” I gasped, cringing and scrunching up my face in pain “Ah, let go! My hand- ah.” I whimpered cringing as he squeezed harder, my bone crushing and being filed down into what felt like dust. It didn’t stop me though from trying to wriggle and break free from his harsh grip, squirming like a worm to get free.

I stopped squirming as much at the sight of Blake stepping in closer to Ty, his front close or rather pressed to my back making me freeze. His gaze was now burning with anger and he had lost a thread of his calm and collected appearance, he still had it but it was slipping. “Let her go.” His voice deadly calm but frightening.

I gasped at Ty’s hardening grip as he replied “Go away.” He snapped; spit spraying on the side of my face making my face bunch up even greater.

Blake gave up with speaking with words, his hand reached around my side on body to free my hand from Tyler’s lethal grip. That slight slow movement that was of the purpose not to scare either of us had two big things happening so fast and quick that it left me dizzy and disoriented.

Quickly Tyler flung me out of the way like a ragdoll; I fell to the cement pavement that grazed my skin roughly quickly and hard the sting searing. My ankle hurt with no help from my heels that weren’t the perfect grip and my dress had raised, it didn’t matter though my head was pounding and all was too fast for me to care about my raised dress or my throbbing body.

I instead was watching with wide eyes as Blake’s jaw locked and he took a sharp step towards Tyler and bought his arm back with lethal eyes and pulled it forward sharp and direct towards Ty. Ty wasn’t slow though, he had spent his whole life getting into fights and defending himself, so it was no surprise when he ducked down just before Blake could connect his fist to his face. Ty however did stumble on his footing, not falling over but stumbling.

That gave Blake a moment of chance to turn towards me, his gaze swiftly turning to me to help as he took a step reaching out with his hands, his gaze full of worry and surprisingly softer. The sight of his outstretched hand had all worries and drama fluttering away and a wholesome feeling of bliss and security blanketing me.

The quickly fled though and before I could warn him or make a sound Tyler stepped up behind him Tyler bought forward his fist connecting to the back of Blake’s head where a deafening crunching sound met our ears in the barren dark street, making me cringe and quake in worry.

A startle cry left my lips as I cried his name “Blake!” the sight of his knees connecting with cold pavement having my gut knot and heave as he swayed. I scampered to my knees not caring of the tearing on my dress or knees as I ran on my knees to his side.

Tyler’s vulgar and disgusted voice met my ears “Yeah, of course you’d help him. Now who is the whore you slut?” he spat.

I didn’t even flinch or acknowledge his crude words, not caring yet solely focused on Blake as my hands reached up to grab his face, frantically waving around him helplessly not knowing what to do. My mother was a nurse, I should know something!

Blake however did react to his words “Where is he?” he gasped with rage, his back turned to Tyler and out of his site as he struggled to get up and have another go at Tyler.

I grabbed his shoulders forcing him back to the ground which was surprisingly easy with his weakened and delirious state. Blake groaned as I had slammed him down so roughly with anxiety that his knees slammed hard against the concrete. “Oh god, sorry!” I cried as I patted his body freaking out “God I’m sorry, look don’t worry he’s gone.” I said my voice wavering with worry as I took note of Tyler running off.

“Don’t worry?” he practically growled in anger as he held his head trying to right himself.

“Here.” I murmured my body trembling in fear and guilt, and harsh adrenaline. I reached down and carefully took his shoulders trying to balance him up and get help, to just do something.

He stood finally, swaying as we took not even a step before he swayed some more grunting “Hold…it.” he struggled, groaning.

“Okay, it’s alright. Look I’m just going to get you to sit down here.” I murmured trying to pull myself together for his sake as I slowly lowered him to a bench outside the lounge, my body trembling now under his weight I was trying to carry, not that he was giving me much weight to carry. Even bruised and battered he was trying to be a gentleman and strong.

Nestling down he slumped slightly forward, his elbows on his knee as he held the front of his head. I watched crouched on the ground between his legs, anxious as what to do as I stroked a bit of his hair in his face as I felt around with the other hand for blood. I watched as he clenched his eyes shut tight, with a locked jaw as he held back sounds of pain and he tried keeping level breathing.

“Are you okay?” I whispered stupidly, my voice surprisingly tender and soft towards him though.

“How’s your hand?” he grunted out, clenching his eyes tighter together more so, making the corner of his eyes to crease harder.

I rolled my eyes “Who seriously cares about my hand?” I slightly snapped, unable but to be frustrated by his usual antics even when he was battered and bruised.

He replied back with just as much aggravation, not missing a beat though “Obviously me, now how’s your hand bella?”

It was in that moment that he fell completely forward succumbing to unconsciousness in my arms.

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