I stand outside and I feel the cool breeze push my hair back and forth. The hairs on my skin rise and i rub my shoulders. I should not have listened to Hallie when she asked me to wear a sleeveless dress. Now I regret it.
I sigh and my eyes settle on the dark clouds. It looks like it might rain any moment from now. I should probably go home and think of a plan of how to escape Dad's request for me to marry Zion.
I should not have come here in the first place, it was a mistake. Seeing Zion just ignited some feelings in me, feelings that I had thought died a long while ago.
I suddenly feel a small tap on my shoulder and it startles me. I jerk off in fear and turn around to gaze at the culprit, it is no one other than the perverted guy that tried to woo me in the club earlier. No offence but he looks too old for my type.
"Hey, you left your purse at the bar." He says handing me my red purse which I gladly receive.
"Thank you." I say flashing him a grateful smile.
"Are you not cold standing outside all by yourself?" He asks with a look of concern on his face. I wave it off and say "No, I am alright. I will be heading home soon anyways." I say with a small shrug.
"Are you okay though? You looked happy with your friend some minutes ago and now you look like you just saw a ghost." He says with a light chuckle.
"Well, I sort of did see someone I was not expecting to see. Nothing much." I say.
"Oh, your ex?" He pushes further. Honestly, I am not interested in a conversation right now. I just want to go home, lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep.
"You could put it that way." I say with a hysteric laughter. "I should probably go home and you should go back into the club." I add.
"Thank you for my purse and it was nice speaking to you." I say. I turn around and attempt to walk away but surprisingly, he pulls me by the wrist and the force causes me to fall into his arms. Our faces are only an inch apart from each other's. This guy tries to kiss me but I hastily push him away from me.
"Stop." I snap at him with a scowl on my face.
"Come on, we can have some fun together tonight. You and I. I could rent a hotel so we can just chill and get to know each other better, what do you think babe?" He winks at me. I scoff and shake my head at me. How dare he? What does he take me for? Some kind of slut?
"Get away from me." I spit through gritted teeth. I attempt to walk away but surprisingly he pulls me closer, what is wrong with him and why can he not take no for an answer?
"Come on girl." He says placing his hand on my waist.
"Let go off me!" I scream but I am hundred percent sure no one in the club can hear me because of the loud music.
I struggle to get out of his grip but this guy is just way too strong for me. Surprisingly, I feel someone else grab me by the waist and pull me into his arms. Why does everyone keep tossing me around?
I look up to gaze at the culprit and to my surprise, it is no one other than Zion, he has a poker face on so I can not tell the expression on his face.
Being in Zion's arms makes me feel safe, it makes me feel at peace and it reminds me that I am not alone.
"Who are you dude?" The perverted guy yells at Zion.
"I should be asking you that? Who the hell do you think you are to touch her like she is yours?" Zion asks in a calm yet deadly tone.
"Dude, piss off. Who do hell do you also think you are to place her in your arms. She is not yours either brother." The guy says smiling mischievously. Gosh, he disgusts me. This is not what I imagined tonight to look like. I just wanted to clear my head.
"Stay away from her or I will be forced to post the video of you sexually harassing her on social media. You would not like that now, would you?" Zion asks. I can feel the vibration of his deep voice on my chest and it makes the butterflies in my belly rise.
Zion's words are enough to force the perverted guy to leave.
Zion takes a few inches away from me and I suddenly feel cold again. His hands are still on my shoulders but he makes sure to give me space.
"Are you okay?" He asks staring at me. I miss the way he used to stare at me, with love in his eyes. I miss it.
I clear my throat and push his hands off my shoulder.
I start to walk away from him but Zion calls my name causing me to freeze in my steps. "Rachel, are you okay? You seem a bit tipsy."
I ignore him and continue walking. I almost trip and fall but thankfully, I lean on the wall for support. I want Zion to keep calling my name, I want him to offer to take me home but surprisingly Zion does not say a word. I turn around to gaze at him and shockingly, he is no longer where he was.
He left. He left again.
A drop of tear falls down my cheeks. I board a cab back home and when I get back home. I dash into my room and throw myself on the bed.
I cry myself to sleep that night with only Zion on my mind.