His mouth goes into an 'o' sigh and gives me frightened eyes. "Aww Someone's not happy to see me." He pouts with big blue eyes.
"You're drunk on the street, do you know his much trouble you are getting yourself into." I snap before I can help myself.
"I want to feel good." He answers, pitifully and he begins to walk towards the car park.
"There are a thousand and one way to feel good dummy!"
His eyes spark in reaction. "I'm not a dummy." Although drunk I know my name-calling has gotten to him and is affecting him.
"You are not?" I gasp dramatically, "'cause you sure do look like one."
He hisses but says nothing in reply. He gets to his car and pulls out his keys from his pocket, and begins to fumble with the car lock. I stand, watching him battle with the key for the next two minute before asking. "Looks like you need help."
"I don't need your help." He emphasizes darkly.
I frown annoyingly. "What's that suppose to mean?"
"Exactly what you heard, stay away," he instructs with a finger pointing at me.
I watch him for another three minutes, but as I see he isn't going to get anywhere. I walk to him and dragged the key from his hand and unlock the car. He makes a couple of wordless murmurs, but I ignore them willingly.
"So stubborn and rebellious and provoking and daring and so so beautiful. Such a wicked misfortune," he says in a barely audible voice.
I turn around to glare at him, but only to have his face inches away from mine. My breath cut and I try to back away but my leg hit the car instead. Although out in public, that didn't stop panic and fear of the unknown from consuming me. He's drunk and now dangerous and I do not feel safe around him anymore.
I've never been safe around drunk people before.
I put my hand out to stop him from getting closer, but it only turns worse he takes it and places it on his chest over his beating heart.
"You're my temptation, my beautiful, beautiful temptation. I don't think I'm able to overcome you even if I try to."
He takes a step forward and our bodies touch. I gasp and close my eyes when I feel him against me.
"Keenan, move away from me," I warn hardly, but my panic and fear take over.
"I don't want to." He replies, still moving against me.
I try pushing him off, but I do not possess the right power to make him move. I still try though.
"Get away from me!" I exclaim. "Hel–"
His lips crash down on my lips, taking me by surprise and silencing my call for help. I taste the whisky on his tongue as it invades my mouth and tastes it. His hand tightens hardly around my wrist and I wince out in pain.
"Kiss back." He orders and I do tasting further into the alcohol he'd consumed earlier.
Memories run back into my mind.
"Toby, no, please!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
Toby was a strong person on a normal day and today being drunk was twice as strong and as he threw me on the bed he took off all his clothes and launches forward to the bed, forcing me down on the bed.
"Shut up and stay still, or you are going to hurt yourself."
"Toby. You're drunk. Don't do this to me, please." I cried as he tore the last piece of clothes I was clinging to from my body.
Slap. Slap.
"Shut up! When I'm done, you're gonna thank me for being your first."
I bit my lips to stop them from quivering, there was no rescue coming for me, all I had to do was take the pain and anguish for the next hours.
I return to reality to feel Keenan's hands gripping my bottom and pushing himself further against me, my back painfully pressed against the car. Seeing that his grip on me is less strong now, I flatten my hand against Keenan's chest and push him off, double slapping him in the face before he can do anything else.
He's just as filthy as Toby.
He holds his cheek in surprise as well as confusion but says nothing. "From now on, Stay. The. Fuck. away from me!"
I begin to walk away from him even as I feel his eyes on me, I need to get home and put everything that just happened including Keenan behind me. He's trouble, and I won't say I don't know that, because I do. This is how I change the future from the moment, keeping away from him.
Real classy what you're doing, Taylor, leaving him in the park all alone, by himself only God knows what might happen to him.
I halt at the nagging of my conscience, I am not doing the right thing by leaving him by himself, he can barely hold the key how is he going to be able to drive a car?
I turn and walk back to him, I collect his phone from his pocket and dialled Bethany's number before giving him the phone.
"Tell her to come and take you home."
He places it to his ears. "Betty, come pick me up I'm drunk and I'm outside....."
"The eastern club." I read it to him from the front poster.
"The eastern club." He tells her.
"Okay, thank you." he put the phone back into his pocket and looks at me with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry."
I nod wordlessly, unable to say anything and he doesn't say anything else. As I begin to walk away.