The Heartbeat Of a City

Samantha was pretty fucking drunk. If she hadn’t been that out of it, she would’ve never followed that ugly bastard back to his dorm room. She should’ve run the moment she saw all of his friends. But she didn’t, because she was drunk. Several hours later when they kicked her out wearing nothing but a blanket, she resolved to never get drunk again. Laughter floats down from the window above her. They think its funny that she has to walk home practically naked. In Jersey that’s really not safe, but she doesn’t have a choice. Its too cold to stay still and her friend won’t pick up.

After a while her feet hurt, but they slowly become numb. She’s freezing and scared. People glance at her weirdly and she hides her face behind her hair, sobered by the bitter cold. She tries to avoid the alleys, but someone still manages to pull her into one. It’s behind a bar and there’s a stink of puke and piss. In the unsavory yellow light the man who caught her leers drunkenly and tries kiss her. She struggles, but she’s trying not to drop the blanket. She’s cold and weak too, so he wins easily and presses her up against a wall. Mentally Sam just kind of gives up, It’s just one more person after all. She’s pretty sure she’s already been raped at least five times that night.

Suddenly, just as she gave up, some short drunk dude headbutts the guy. The man who was trying to rape her collapsed, the drunk guy being short enough to have hit him in the balls. She gets an impression of a fauxhawk, but the short dude is swaying and she can’t really see.
“Shwat you fuckersh desherve!” He states, flipping off the fallen person.
Sam takes the opportunity the grab her blanket. The short guy mutters a bit more and then promptly falls over, landing in a black haired man’s hands. She’d feel fear, but she was too numb. The man’s skin is deathly pale and contrasts with the short guys italianish complexion. Her mind screams vampire, and she’d laugh at the weirdness of it all if it didn’t hurt so much. Instead of laughing, she let a shaky breath out, and the vamp-who’s-friends with-the-fauxhawk noticed.
“Did my friend bother you? I’m sorry he’s really drunk, I’ve got to take him home.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she started trembling, the shock catching up with her. He notices this and leans closer.
“What… Why the fuck are you naked?”
Sam starts crying then, and her knees give out and everything just seems too confusing and painful. She just can’t deal with it all. He sort of tries to grab her shoulder but she flinches away.
He pulls back and runs a hand back through his hair, looking very harassed.
“Ugh, just come with me okay? I promise I won’t hurt you.”
This time when he puts a hand on her, she doesn’t flinch and instead just obediently follows him to a beat-up old car. Sam feels that she should care about getting in a strange man’s car, but its too much effort. So she just lets the vampire stuff her in the back seat with the drunk fauxhawk kid (now sleeping) and leans her head on the window glass. It’s cold.

When they pull away from the curb she wonders briefly where they are going. Black-hair dude seems to read her mind and answers that a few seconds later.
“I’m really too tired to drive anywhere, so just crash at mine.” His voice is gravelly and Sam can see shadows under his eyes. She nods. After parking she lets the man hustle her into a small, messy apartment. He tosses her a tshirt and boxers and points her towards a couch. She falls onto it and listens to him entering a bedroom, her bruised body pushing her towards sleep. She sighs and closes her eyes, becoming dead to the world five seconds later. She doesn’t even stir when a blanket is draped over her shoulders.

Notes

I solemnly swear not to post any more new stories till at least one of the 3 I have going are done.
Should I continue this in 3rd person or swap to 1st?
hope you like, I'll try get regular update dates set. / \ _ / \
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