Page 9 of Rock Me

He just grins that shit eating grin in response. Before I can wipe it off his face with my next comment, the door swings open and two very drunk guys stagger in.

“Hey!” one slurs, pointing at me. “What’s that doing in here?”

“Oi. Who you calling ‘that?’” I ask, insulted.

“This is for dicks only!” drunk number two adds, pointing to his groin and both of them lurch towards us.

“Well, you’re certainly that,” I snicker.

Sir Elbow Jerk facepalms and mumbles something like, “crazy woman,” under his breath and grabs my hand.

“Er, no problem, our sincerest apologies, gentlemen. We were just leaving,” he says, pulling me toward the door.

“Hey! I know you!” drunk number one says, pointing a sweaty finger at Elbow Jerk. “You’re…um…”

Elbow Jerk stops and pulls a twenty from his pocket and shoves it into the guy’s shirt pocket. “I am… very grateful to you for not telling anyone about this. Have a goodnight!”

He waves to the drunk guys and pulls me out of the restroom and back into the bar.

It’s so dark and hot and loud and crowded compared to the bathroom. The sudden change make it feel like the walls are closing in around me.

My heart lurches right into my throat and I feel every inch of my skin burst into sweat. I freeze, even as I feel his hand pulling on mine. I take a deep breath and still feel like no oxygen is entering my lungs. My legs buckle under me and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. And the last thing I see, is a blonde fringe and green eyes filled with worry looking at me, just before the world goes black.