"Another one".

Cindy and I clinked our glasses together as DJ Khaled's voice urged us to take another shot. He always managed to put in inspirational mottos into his songs and still made it sound good.

I had promised myself that I would only have a few drinks, but it had been long past that stage. I should've known 'a few drinks' wasn't something that Cindy ever did.

I'd lost count of the amount of drinks I had consumed and truthfully by now I was pretty spaced out. Probably wasn't the wisest idea going out drinking after the recent events. Poor Cindy was having to put up with my emotional breakdowns at random moments during the night.

"And so this is my puppy, his name is Tommy but we all call him Tom for short".

I didn't even have a clue who this girl was in the bathroom, but she was randomly sharing her life with both Cindy and I.

"Aw that's the most adorable dog ever, and Tom, I can't. I just want to steal him and cuddle him forever". My arm wrapped around the blonde haired girl's shoulder, both of us crying as we stared at the beautiful picture of the puppy.

"Come on Rosie, let's get you some water".

"Okay" I sniffled waving goodbye to the stranger and clamped my mouth shut not wanting to share the details of me potentially stalking her and kidnapping her dog.

Cindy dragged me to the bar and signalled over the bartender who started tending to her straight away.

How is she doing that? I normally get ignored.

"Here". Cindy handed me a glass of clear liquid.

"Noooo, I don't want water. Give me a shot of tequila, in fact why not the whole bottle".

I pushed the water away placed my head on the sticky bar surface sulking like a child who hadn't gotten their way.

"It's not water, it's vodka".

"Oh thank you!". Grabbing the glass I lifted it up to my lips and gulped the liquid down in one sip.

"How was the vodka?".

"It didn't have any taste, but oh well. Let's dance".

I reached out to grab Cindy's hand to pull her with me, but instead I grabbed some random guy's butt by accident. My hand to eye coordination was never good when I was drunk.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to touch your butt".

The handsome guy smiled and lent down towards me.

"It's okay hun, you can touch my butt whenever and wherever you like". He stood back and laughed wildly as my cheeks began to redden from embarrassment and attraction.

Before I could make some cringey comment back, I felt a hand grab mine and pull me into the sea of drunk people.

"Oh my gosh, you touched the butt".

"I didn't mean to, honestly".

Cindy snorted loudly and dragged us all the way into the middle of the dance floor before busting out her moves that suspiciously reminded me of those seen in White Chicks.

"Wow, where did you learn those dance moves, your grandma?" I yelled over the loud music.

"No, I learnt them from yours".

"Cow" I grumbled as my body began to move on it's on to the rhythm of the song blaring out into the nightclub.

The lights were dim, the bass low and crowds of people bumping into each other like waves. The smell of cigarettes and sweat reeked the nightclub making me dizzy as I twirled and danced to the beat. Even though my shoulders were heavy with life problems, I wanted to let go and lose complete control for once. For the first time in my life I wanted to forget everything and just have fun.

I was well and truly gone. Everything was spinning and the chaotic scene of the nightclub was just a complete blur to my eyes.

Cindy started pulling out her 'I'm a desperate hoe' moves and inevitably started luring over a small group of men. They circled around her like sharks do in the movies staring at her with only lust and desire in their eyes. A piece of meat. A toy to enjoy for an hour at most and then throw away when finished with.

Cindy was now full on making out with one of the guys. The other few men were long gone as Cindy had made it clear which beast she wanted for the night.

I could feel bodies bumping into mine as people made their way through the crowd. I didn't care though. I was too out of it. Too lost in the music and drowning in alcohol desperately wanting to forget about my reality.

Suddenly a large pair of hands roamed around my waist and slowly snaked themselves over my body making tingles shoot up in my body like a drug. The man's hands touched me all over making me weak at the knees. The man brought his body up to mine and I whimpered as I felt his manhood grinding hard against my butt.

I had never been intimate with a man, but this new sensation felt amazing. I didn't know the man or even had a look to see if he was a 10 or not, but I had lost all care. The sober Rosie would've knocked the pervert square in the nose, but right now my shields were down. Resting my head back on the man's chest, I closed my eyes and tried to control my blurry vision, but the alcohol was only making me more intoxicated by the second.

"My, my, little Dove. You look exquisite tonight".

Even though I was wasted, my body suddenly became tense as if a memory, a person had pulled me out of my intoxicated state and into sobriety. But I couldn't put my finger on it. I knew that someone called me dove, but I couldn't remember.

"I'll be seeing you very soon my little Dove".

And just like that, the man's hands left my body and his presence disappeared into the crowd. I didn't even take notice of his appearance to see if he looked like someone I recognised. But as soon as he left, I felt calm again.

"Um, Cindy. I'm gonna get another drink. I'll be back". Even though I was completely intoxicated I wanted to get another drink. Things took a dark and tense turn. That was not how I wanted to feel tonight. No, I came to let loose and have fun. Another drink will do the trick.

"Um Mr Bartender, can I please have another drink".

"Rosie?".

My head whipped over to the man beside me who was staring at me curiously. I recognised him from somewhere. I saw him with Dean I think, but I couldn't be sure.

"Do you recognise me Rosie?".

"Truthfully, I don't know. But right now there's like three of you". The man laughed wildly and brushed a piece of hair behind my ear making me blush at the closeness of his presence. He smelt so good.

"What drink do you want Rosie, I'm buying" the man yelled over the loud music.

Free drinks. Now this is gonna be a good night.

"I'll have a double vodka and coke please".

"1 double vodka and coke and 1 beer please".

I watched through blurred vision as the man swiped his card on the machine before handing me my drink. I took a sip and smiled at the taste. I think I've had about every drink in this damn club.

"So what are you doing here tonight? You alone?".

"No. I'm with my friend. Just having a few drinks".

The man hummed to himself and stared at me silently and tensely as if he was in deep thought.

My phone started buzzing in my bag and I instantly knew who it was calling me.

Placing my drink down on the counter, I turned away from the man and began to talk on the phone yelling to Cindy that I would be there in a few minutes.

Abruptly ending the call I turned back to the man to see him stuff one of his hands into his pocket and with the other he handed me my drink.

"What's your name? We clearly know each other, otherwise you wouldn't have known my name".

"I work with Dean, your boyfriend".

I took a few sips of my drink frowning at the slight change of taste. Maybe I was that drunk that I was starting to imagine things.

"Ha, Dean? He ain't my boyfriend, but I sure as hell want him to be".

The man's eyebrows raised as if something was funny. Did I say something funny?

"That's cute".

Gulping down the rest of the liquid in my cup I started dancing as my favourite song came on.

The man laughed as he placed his bottle down and edged closer towards me.

"You're so fucking hot Rosie". The strange man placed his hands on my hips and leaned in closer to my face and whispered dirty things in my ear.

Just as I was about to push him away and playfully slap him, I felt my body become numb and my vision began to blur uncontrollably. Falling forwards I lent on the man's body for support, but the man had a firm grip on my waist and carried on whispering dirty things and placing kisses on my neck.

"W-what's going on?". Even though I was being supported by the man I felt the whole room spin and turn upside down. People were disappearing from my vision and I felt my body stiffen. This isn't normally the effect of alcohol.

"I-I'm not feeling too good". I fought back the urge to hurl as every sense started to dull and get fuzzy. I felt as though I was losing control of my body. It wasn't mine to own anymore.

"It's ok, shhhh, I'll take you back to mine". The man wrapped his arm around my waist and spun us around before dragging me off through the crowds.

"N-no w-wait. I should tell, Cindy".

"It's okay, you can text her when we get to mine".

As he escorted me through the club, my vision was blackening more and more frequently. I was scared. I couldn't move my body. Everything was slowing down.

I could see the exit within sights as I stared helplessly at the bodyguards who were staring at me with concern. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. I tried to open my mouth and talk, but nothing would come out.

Suddenly the man escorting me to help stopped in his tracks. His arm unwrapped from around my waist and let me go. But I had no control over my arms or legs. I could see and feel myself falling to the floor, but it was useless, I had nothing to hold onto or stop me from colliding with the floor. But before I could hit the stone floor, I fell onto something hard. A new pair of arms firmly wrapped around my torso and pushed my face into a hard wall. But not any hard wall. A nice musk smelling chest of a man who was always glued in my mind.

"D-Dean".

Knowing I was in the arms of safety and home I succumbed to the darkness I had been fighting so hard not to fall into.