Story
prologue--
' Dude! look how hot that girl is..' a half-drunk guy blearily waved his bottle of beer towards the girl, sloshing his beer onto the floor as he did so. She was dressed in a sleeveles top and a mini white skirt that showed off her slender legs. ' Oh come on Brad, she won't ever go out with you. In your dreams..' his voice trailed off and he slumped onto the bar-top.
Brad didn't notice. 'wanna bet?' his eyes were fixed on the girl, sho was now gyrating sexily on the dance floor with a girl who was definitely not as 'hot' as her. The 'hot' girl's long black hair swirled round her body, making her look more.. delicious (to Brad at least).
Brad stumbled drunkenly onto the dance floor and made his way to her. he grabbed her shoulder and tried to pull her towards him. She flashed him a disgusted look and turned her back on him. Brad mumbled something under his breath and grabbed her again, this time hands around her waist. Before she could do anything, he dragged her over to a dark corner and started kissing her hungrily, she struggled and screamed but he just became rougher, his hands touching her in places she definitely didn't want him to touch.
Suddenly, big hands grabbed Brad's, pulling them away from her body. Brad felt his face being punched twice. He growled and tried to retaliate but a few guards who had appeared out of nowhere pinned him down and dragged him away.
Chapter 1
Angelina shuddered and wrapped her arms around her body, sobbing uncontrollably. A warm, reassuring hand touched her warily on the shoulder. She flinched away from it, uttering a startled cry.
‘I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t worry.’ A deep masculine voice told her reasuringlly. She slowly lifted her tear-stained face and faced him stubbornly.
He appeared to her the saddest, most good looking guy she had ever laid her eyes upon. He had raven black hair and strong firm arms but it was his eyes that grabbed her attention. She stared into his eyes and felt she was losing herself in them…He looked away and the spell was broken and for some reason she felt well...dissapointed.'Get a hold of yourself girl.' she thought to her self.' You dont fall for boys , boys fall for u .'
He smiled at her, eyes uncertain. 'you okay? did that guy hurt you at all?' 'NO. i woudn't have let him.' she stared at him defiantly. He should know that she was strong. Strong enough to do anything. Well, almost anything.
The so-good-looking-and -almost-took-her-breath-away-guy grinned at her. 'Well its quite clear that you're all right then. Wanna get a drink with me?' without looking whethe she was following, he stood up and walked nonchalantly to the bar.
Well.. so he was confident. Probably a girl's guy then. But he was nice too wasn't he, or he wouldn't have saved her. Probably would have been happy to see some guy raping a girl instead. Angelina got up and walked to the bar. She would show him she wasn't a weak girl, easily traumatised by a stupid, idiotic, sick guy who just wasn't right in his fat head.
'Hey so watcha want? I'm Tim by the way. Timothy.' he ginned at her in that daredevil way he did when he was saving her. She smiled back at him and said ‘Im angelina. Nice to meet you and thanks for saving my butt out there.’as she took a seat beside him. 'What are you having? I'll have the same.' 'Serious?' he lifted an eyebrow at her incredulously. 'Why not?' she said it as if it were a challenge and she didn't care. 'Okay.' he smiled at her, a challenge in his smiling daredevil eyes. 'Gimme your strongest,' he told the barman.
The barman grinned at him and slapped two bottles down onto the counter. Tim slipped a black leather wallet out from his back pocket and grabbed a few notes out. 'Keep the change,' he told the barman.
Angelina raised her eyebrows at him. 'Trying to impress me?' she teased. Usually girls don't ask guys questions like that. But Angelina liked to ask guys things like that, because they usually got flustered and fumbled with the answer, which was quite entertaining for her.
Tim stared at her, his expression unreadable. 'You remind me so much of her..' he said softly .Angelina stared at him. She wasn't sure whether she was supposed to have heard that so she decided to act as if it hadn't happened. 'Er.. ' she tried to find something to say. 'Er.. do you wanna drink that?' thats lame, she thought.
'What?' Tim seemed to break out of his dream 'What? of course I do,' then he gulped the drink down in one go. 'Wow,' said Angelina, impressed against her will. Tim still seemed distracted. Angelina tried to think of something interesting to say. Usually she didn't have to do this. It should be the other way round. The guy should be talking and she listening.
Suddenly Tim smiled at something behind her. 'Hey,' he said. Angelina couldn't miss the tone of affection in his voice. She turned around and saw a girl standing behind her.
The girl was beautiful. And seriously sexy. She had long wild black locks of hair that tumbled around her shoulders, emphasising her pale, smooth skin and bright green eyes. She was wearing a black low cut dress that only reached the middle of her thighs and she was standing as though posing for a photo, her hands on her hips and butt stuck out.
Tim got up and walked over to her. He seemed to have forgotten Angelina. 'How are you?' he asked her. The girl ignored him and ordered a drink. 'What do you want?' she sounded fed up. 'Leave me alone.' she turned to the drink the barman had just plonked down on the countertop and downed it in one go before slapping down some money and walking off to the middle of the dance floor. ‘Selina, wait up!’ Tim went after her.
Angelina sat there. She felt.. abandoned. And for some reason… jealous. What? Why was she feeling like that? This wasn't how she usually felt.She didn’t even know the guy. She took one last look at tim and left, trying to make some sense out of her confused feelings.
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‘Can’t you give me a chance?I know I screwed up but…’ Selina broke him off before he could finish his sentence. ‘Screwed up?!’ She screamed at him. ‘You freakin’ killed my baby sister! She was smashed to pieces because of you! And you expect me to forgive you just like that? Because you apologized?!’
Now the whole bar was staring at her. ‘I-im sorry. I was drunk and I know i was stupid. So so stupid. You don't know what i went through.. I never meant for this to happen.’ Tim said softly, his eyes welling with tears. ‘I don’t care if you were drunk or not. It still doesn’t change the fact that you killed Chloe. I never want to see your face again.’ she hissed at him. Then she left without another word, leaving people gaping at Tim. He stared into a blank space for awhile, not seeming to notice everyone staring at him.
After a few seconds, he turned away. Just before he walked out, Angelina caught sight of his eyes. The earlier daredevil look she had glimpsed in his eyes had disappeared, now replaced by a crushing sadness. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and as he turned away from her, she saw them roll down his cheeks. And he didn't even try to wipe them away.
Angelina paused for a few seconds, then made up her mind. She ran after Tim.
He was walking very fast, almost running. Angelina almost lost sight of him, just managing to spot him by seeing his bright yellow sweater in the darkness. She ran after him.
Just as she caught up with him, he turned around. In his hands was a gun. And he was pointing it at her.
to be continued..........
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