The Gangster's Damsel

LYRA

'FUUCK,' I cursed under my breath as I hold my head with both of my hands to support it and to cover my eyes, blocking the sun rays to hit my eyes and go right straight into my skull. I had woken up to a mother of all headaches, that kind of headache that will threaten to rip your head into halves. I had tossed in my bed, praying it goes away soon but I didn’t get any lucky. So I had forced myself to sit up and now I am trying to contain the headache. My head feels heavy, my throat dry and my is stomach empty. Memories of last night played at a distance in my head and they are epic. It was one of those many days Anna, Tina and I would dress to the nines, go out and paint the whole city as red as… That is when the whole of last played clearly in my head.

Blood.

Last night had ended with so much blood. Some even splashed on my face. And before I can stop myself, my hands are all over my face, searching for any signs remains of blood on my face and I am jumping off my bed, heading for the mirror on my dresser. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I noticed I had none.

I closed my eyes, trying to erase the events of last night but they still haunted my mind. Anna, Tina and I had been having fun at Sphere, a new club that had just opened in town. It had been our fourth stop for the night and we had decided to end our night there, drinking our lives away. A guy had approached our table, together with his friends. I don’t know if he actually was fun or it was the Muscat swimming in my veins that had me thinking so but I am going with the latter. At a point, I had excused myself and headed for the bathroom, I did my business and walked out and there he was, leaning against the wall just next to the ladies’ bathroom door. He had leaned in and whispered something my drunk mind couldn’t register and I had playfully pushed him away and I was walking down the passage back to the lounge when I felt his palms wrapped around my wrist and he yanked me. A scream escaped my lips and his palm muffled it. Panic kicked in and immediately my heart thudded in my chest and my palms were sweating. His mouth hoovered over my neck, his breathe hitting my skin sending cold shivers down my spine.  I had tried to fight him off, but I had had too way too much alcohol. I had shut my eyes lightly, and mumbled a prayer even though I had sworn off praying ten eight years ago and did not believe God existed and if he did, I was his least favorite person for a reason I did not know. Unlike the last time I prayed, He proved to be there and answered my prayer. I felt the tramp’s body being jerked away from me. I opened my eyes, and this sturdy man throwing punches in the tramp’s face.

My Savior.

 I stayed glued to the war, staring to the sturdy guy pummeling the now bleeding tramp. The jerk managed to threw a weak punch in the guy face which only must have fueled my savior’s anger. A punch flew through the air so fast and landed right in the jerk’s jaw. Blood splashed from his face and I felt the hot liquid landing on my face, making me scream, bringing my palm to cover my face but not touching it. I did not want blood on my hand, I did not want any blood on me. I was screaming, unable to stop myself, wanting the blood off me and wanting out of the place, all together. My screams must have attracted people because the next thing I knew, the passage was crowded and Anna and Tina held me by arm, pushing into the ladies’ bathroom. Tina had me bend over the sink, washing my face whilst, Anna was whispering soothing words, running her palm up and down my back. Once Tina was done, I had looked ay myself in the mirror, the blood was gone but I could still feel it on my skin. I opened the tape again and splashed water on my face repeatedly, spilling water all over my mash top, getting my bra wet but I had not cared.

‘Hey?’ I gruff voice next to my ear startled me and I jumped, coming face to face with my savior. I looked at him and blinked, trying to clear my vision that was a bit blurred so that I can register all his features.

‘Are you ok? Did he hurt you anywhere?’ he asked and I nodded and then shock my head no, then nodded again, not sure which question I was responding to.

He had taken a step forwards, took my wrist and I looked down at it. Angry red finger print marred my wrist and was massaging the wrist, asking me if he had hurt me anywhere else.

I looked at my wrist, inspected if I still had the prints on my wrist, and yes, they were still there but barely noticeable. I cover the wrist with my palm and massaged it, sitting on my dresser, feeling thankful for the guy. He had made sure we got to our car safely and Tina had driven us home. What happened after I got in the car, I don’t remember much, what I do know is if I don’t get a pain killer now, my head will split into two in a short. So I open the dresser drawer and took out the asprin bottle I kept there and head down to the kitchen. I entered the kitchen and Tina is swaying her hips probably dancing to the music playing in her own head as she take out the takeaway boxes from the doggy bag.

‘Havana, ooh nan a,’ she whispered, confirming my suspicions.

I chuckle and she looks in my direction and smiled.

‘Look, who is awake,’ her shrill voice pierced through the air and I flinched a bit.

‘Before you say anything else, I need to take this first,’ I lift the hand holding the asprin up and shack it, ‘Or else I am going drop dead on the floor, with my skull opened up,’

After I had the asprin down my throat, she had two plates on the kitchen island, each one with chicken and waffles and there are two smoothies too.

‘You wake up just in time, the delivery guy just dropped this,’ she said and shoved the waffles in her mouth.  

I sit opposite to her and took a bite from the chicken and my stomach thanked me for finally remembering it.