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drunk with him. We kept talking and I started to feel like I was floating. I was laughing at everything he said, even if it wasn't that funny. Somehow his hand had ended up resting on my leg and I hadn't felt the urge to move it.

I turned and glanced around the bar, and caught Drake staring at us with a pissed off look on his face. I waved at him but he didn't return the favor, he just kept staring at us.

I turned back around, suddenly uncomfortable, and looked at Nick, "I think I'd like for you to call me that cab now, it's getting kind of late."

He seemed disappointed but nodded and pulled out his cell phone, calling the cab company. He hung up a minute later and stood.

“They'll be here in a few, I’ll wait outside with you."

I nodded, "Ok sounds good, let's go."

I stood and started walking toward the door when I remembered I'd left my purse at Drake’s table.

"Wait I need to grab my purse from my friends table. I'll be right back."

I made my way across the room and walked up to Drakes table, stumbling as I went. I realized I really was drunk.

"Hey, I’m heading home. Thanks for inviting me to stay."

Jade smiled and said good night but Drake was glaring at me.

"You are not driving home Chloe, you can barely stand up!”

I flinched at the anger in his words, "I'm not driving, Nick called me a cab. It's probably outside waiting by now, so I'll see you later.”

I grabbed my purse and attempted to march across the room before he could say another word. I managed to reach Nick without falling, but just barely. I stumbled into him as we started out the door and he had to grab me and hold me around the waist to steady me as we went. He kept his arm around my waist as we walked across the parking lot.

"Thanks for tonight, I had fun," I barely finished the sentence when I stumbled again. "Maybe too much fun.”

Nick laughed at me as he led me to a car on the side of the lot, "We can stand over here by my car until the cab gets here."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, tilting my head up so he could see my face. Before I knew what was happening he leaned down and kissed me roughly. I tried to push him away, but he was stronger than me and I couldn't get him to let go.

"Stop!” I yelled into his mouth, but he only laughed and pushed me up against his car.

His hands started traveling down my body and he reached behind me, grabbing my ass. I started to cry as I tried to shove him again.

"Please stop. Please," I begged him, but he ignored my pleas.

This could not be happening to me, not again. I could not be standing in a bar parking lot being molested by some nice man I had just met.

"Just shut up. You know you want this."

He grabbed my hips and pulled me away just enough that he could get his hands to the front of my pants. He held me against the car with his body and put one hand over my mouth as he started undoing the buttons. I was sobbing uncontrollably and still trying to push him off, but the alcohol had made me fuzzy. I knew what was going to happen, and I wanted to die before he touched me. I made one last attempt to break free when suddenly he was pulled off of me. I slid down the side of his car to the ground as I watched someone holding him to the ground, punching him in the face over and over.

"You stupid fucking asshole! I'll fucking kill you if you ever come near her again."

My heart rate increased as I realized Drake was my savior. Nick was attempting to fight back, but I could tell he was no match for Drake. Drake straddled him, keeping him pinned to the ground as he sent blow after blow down onto Nick’s face. After what seemed like hours, he gave Nick one last punch, knocking him out, and stood up. He turned to me and approached me slowly, as if he was afraid I was going to run.

"Chloe, it’s me, Drake. Are you alright sweetheart?"

I nodded as he finally reached me and sat down next to me, pulling me into his arms as I