Deep Down (UNEDITED)

                                                                                 AMARA The loud music in the club hit my ears. I have never been a fan of going out and certainly not in a strange country where I had never been like Greece, but Rosaline could have convinced me after a few glasses of red wine. Rosaline always gets what she wants and this time was no exception. Unfortunately I didn't get that gift from my parents. "Amara!" I was taken out of my mind by Rosaline's screams. "What's rosie?" I said with a double tongue. Sultry she comes to me with another glass of wine, I take it and greedily I hit it back at once. "See that handsome hunk there?" I nodded "He's been staring at you for about 5 minutes." She giggled and almost fell over. My eyes went off the whole club and saw the "handsome hunk" I had to admit he wasn't wrong, not wrong at all. He had some kind of mocha brown hair that was cut pretty short and flattened by some gel, I noticed. I couldn't see his eyes clearly because of the red light wandering through the club. He was talking to a man with black hair that was solidly built, a local I thought. Just when I wanted to start dancing again like the last two hours he turned his face and looked straight at me. I cursed and felt the blood rising to my head. At moments like this I would have preferred to disappear into the wall, but unfortunately I didn't get that gift from my parents either. I was looking for Rosaline so I didn't have to look at him but saw that she was lying in the arms of some boy. Typically, Rosaline had always been a flirt and when you needed her she was always busy with something. I turned back but bumped into something hard. I swear the wall was at least 20 meters away but alcohol had a bad effect on me. I wasn't really a drinker and I'd rather never be. I looked up and saw the face of the "handsome hunk" in front of me, a lump was forming in my throat.  "S-sorry I thought." I paused for a moment when I almost lost my balance "That you were the m-wall". He raised his one eyebrow and looked at me like I was an i***t. As I staggered I wanted to walk past him but that damn alcohol made my head spin and I had to look for support. I grabbed something soft and waited a few seconds before continuing. A nauseating feeling dominated my stomach and I ran to the ladies toilets. I came straight from the toilet and flushed. I already had a clear plan, I would never touch another glass of alcohol. The door of the vomit closed with a bang and I slowly walked to the sinks. A few more sinks a woman was washing her hands intensively, I let the cold water run and splashed it in my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my blond brown hair stuck to my forehead like limp spaghetti through sweat, my face looked a bit pale from throwing up. I sighed when I heard the door of the ladies' toilet open and saw the woman, who was washing her hands first, disappear back into the crowd.  I looked for my mobile phone in my purse and looked at the time, 00:24. Again I heard the door of the ladies' toilet open but did not pay attention to the person who came in and got ready to leave. I turned around to the door and saw a person leaning against the doorpost. From the formation of the body it was certainly not a woman. Probably a drunk i***t who had mistaken from toilet. I walked towards the door but did not see the man making any effort to go aside, frowning I walked a little closer to the door. Just when I was not a meter away from the doorpost I saw the person clearly. It was none other than the handsome hunk I saw as a wall. What is he doing here? I coughed to let it be known that he was in the way. But he just stood there and looked at me. "Could you move aside a little bit?" I said while I was playing with my dress to avoid his eyes. I waited a moment, no answer. He started to irritate me, Rosaline must have been looking for me already I thought. I gathered all my courage and wanted to walk right past him, I even smelled the alcohol smell of the club until I felt a hand around my wrist that pulled me back. After that everything went way too fast for my poor head. Quickly I was turned around and pushed against the wall. The breath was squeezed out of my lungs. I cursed myself not to tell Rosaline where I was going. It took me a while to realize that a cold hand had found its way to my throat, every piece of common sense shouted at me to make me get away but I seemed paralyzed. I felt an enormous warmth on my legs where he had grabbed my thighs. Slowly he pushed the rug of my dress up with his hands. I shook my head violently. Why did every handsome man have to be an asshole?  "S-stop" I managed to release with a hoarse voice that was no more than a whisper.  As if he had been beaten by the wind he staggered backwards with his eyes wide open. "Damn" he cursed loudly. He came at me again with big steps, out of fear I stood still. I heard a loud bang and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt his warm breath blowing in my face. Slowly I opened my eyes again, he stood right in front of me with his 2 hands next to my head. I looked straight into his eyes, they were golden brown, radiating lust and wrath "P-please let me go." I begged but he didn't pay any attention to that. "I can't." He whispered in my ear and chuckled. His warm breath Made my whole body shake. My lips had become dry from the nervous breathing through my mouth, it was a habit of mine since kindergarten. I licked my lips and looked away from his eyes, they began to become intimidating.  "I'm sorry." I could hear through the murmur. Before I could answer he pressed his lips hard on mine, without even thinking I kissed him back. What was I doing anyway? He bit my lower lip whit much force which made me feel a shiver go through my whole body. I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled his hair. A soft moan left his mouth. This time I was the one who bit his lip a little harder than I had intended. He pulled back out of nowhere and grinned. He walked to the door and went back into the club. I kept staring at him with my mouth open, what had just happened? With clammy hands I sank down against the wall and stayed there for a while. When I had recovered I walked with swollen lips slowly to the door. The music sounded even louder than before my toilet visit. Confused I looked around me and saw Rosaline walking towards me  "I was worried sick!" She tapped her tongue "Don't ever do that to me again while I'm drunk". I put a crooked smile on my face. "I think we'd better go, Rosie." She looked at me with an inquisitive look, at first it looked like she was going to protest but still agreed "If you really want to I'll call a cab, come". The warm evening air blew my wet hair off my forehead, I shivered. I had never been a night owl, but I always liked the moon so much. I could stare at it for hours, but not now. My thoughts were still with the kiss. We had taken the cab to our vacation home. We rented it for about 2 months, since Rosaline had found temporary work here she wanted to stay a little longer. I leaned with my arms over the balustrade of our terrace overlooking the sea. It was nice and quiet here so we had chosen this vacation home as well. I looked at the black sea, which floated quietly back there and had to think back to his eyes. You could drown in his eyes and never come up again it gave me the creeps. I had to think of something else I told myself, but I couldn't do it. "Here's a glass of water and an aspirin, you could use it." Rosaline gave me a warm smile "I think I could even use two aspirins". I sighed and massaged my temples. She placed the glass of water on the coffee table next to the aspirin.  "Tomorrow I'll probably have a hangover that I won't survive Rosi." She giggled, "But you won't meet your chosen marriage candidate tomorrow." She gave me a sad look. That's why we got drunk at the club. Rosaline soon had her engagement party with someone she didn't know but was a "good" party for her. And for her, I mean her father's company. Her father was a rich businessman and a jerk. A tear rolled down her cheek. I grabbed her firmly, Rosaline didn't deserve this. She was one of the warmest and friendliest people on earth.  "It's going to be all right, Rosie." I sighed, "I'll take care of that personally."