Chapter 2 Fired, Betrayed And Broken

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Hawney POV

Blood trickled Down the side of Dylan's forehead, And screaming exploded around Me.

The music stopped entirely, leaving only panic voices.

Dylan Staggered backwards, clutching his bleeding Head while the Blonde girl let out a loud shriek.

“Oh my God!”

“What the fuck,” Dylan cursed as he touched his head and stare at the blood in his hand.

“Someone call security!” A voice yelled from the crowd.

That was when it dawn on Me.

Oh My God, I had actually hit Him.

The broken Bottle slipped from My Shaking fingers And hit the floor with a sharp click.

I Staggered backwards, breathing heavily.

“What is going on Here?” The familiar voice made my stomach sink.

I turned to see Marco, the club manager walking towards us.

Perfect, just fucking perfect.

He walked up to us and his eyes moved from Dylan's bleeding forehead to the shattered bottle on the floor, then finally landed on me.

“Hawney, tell me you didn't do this,”he said and I swallowed.

“She did!” The Blonde girl Screamed, Pointing at me.

“She attacked him, she's insane,”

“Jesus Christ,” Marco said, dragging a hand down his face.

Dylan looked up at me, anger etched on his face, blood still running down the side of his face as security guards rushed towards us.

“I swear Hawney, you won't get away with this,”

I stared at him for long second and let out a loud laughter, and it wasn't because anything was funny, but because if I didn't laugh. I was going to cry in front of everybody.

“Come with Me Now,” Marco said, grabbing my arm.

I didn't Speak or try to Fight back. I just let him pull me through the crowd while whispers followed behind us.

“Did you see the blood?”

“Oh my gosh, she really smashed it on his head”

“Crazy bitch,”

Voices in the crowd mummured.

Marco pulled me into the dressing room and shut the door. I folded my arms watching him pace to and fro before finally turning to me.

“What the fuck were you thinking Hawney?” His Voice Was so Sharp It made Me flinch.

“Do you have any idea What kind of people come into this Club? You could have gotten Us Sued!” He yelled, pointing at the door.

“He grabbed Me first,” I said.

“And now he's bleeding because you couldn't control your Temper,” Marco threw.

“He wanted to Hit Me,” I threw.

“That doesn't give you the right to do what you did in there,” his Face was serious.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“He Cheated on Me,” I didn't know when I said that.

I blinked back the Tears threatening to fall but I'm not gonna cry for that Fool.

Marco's expression softened for a second before disappearing again.

“Whether He's your boyfriend or not,has got nothing to do with Me,”

I looked down at my shaking hands.

“You're One of My Best dancers, But I can't keep Someone who Smashed bottles over customers.”

I opened My Mouth speak but Marco shut it with.

“You're done Here,”

I blinked, unable to believe what I'd just heard.

“What?”

“You heard me,I already made up my mind” he said.

I wanted to beg him to give me one more chance, but thinking about what Dylan did to me few minutes ago. I Am not going To beg.

Without saying another word, I bent down and grabbed My Bag from the locker top and walked away.

Marco stare at me as I left, Maybe He was expecting me to beg.

Your Wish.

Mom had warned me about Dylan, that he wasn't worth all the sacrifices, that he was only using me for his selfish gain. But I didn't believe her, instead her I tagged her as a hater.

I thought she didn't like Dylan. Looking back now, I regret ever falling Inlove with that mother fucker.

I would have just focused more on my dancing instead of wasting three years on him.

Tears slide down My Eyes but I quickly wiped them away before People will notice.

I stepped outside The Club, Cold night air slamming against My Skin.

My Phone buzzed with a Message, I stared at the screen, it was Dylan.

The asshole had The guts to text Me. What does he want to say now?

I opened the message.

<You're fucking insane, don't even think of begging me you cheap whore>

Begging him?

I let out a Smirk And Shoved the Phone back into My Bag.

Then I started walking aimlessly down the street in My Six inch heels.

Home was the last place I wanted to be at the moment.

I didn't know where I was going, but I just kept walking, tightening my coat around me as cold wind brushed against my bare legs.

My heels hurt, my head hurt and most of all. My chest hurt.

Three fucking Years of loving Someone had just ended with Him calling me a whore in front of Strangers.

The most painful part wasn't the cheating, it was realizing Dylan had been ashamed of me long before tonight.

Why didn't he just tell me from onset? Instead, he decided to reek me of my hard earned money and dumped me like trash?

And to think I didn't even know?

God, I was pathetic .

I spotted another club glowing across the street.

Black windows, gold lights and loud music leaking through the entrance every time the door opened.

Perfect.

I walked towards it, and stopped right in front of the bouncer who barely glanced at my ID before letting me in.

Heat and music followed me the moment I stepped in, unlike nocturne, this place felt messier, and less polished.

People grinding against each other under the flashing red lights while bartenders struggled to keep up with orders.

Exactly the kind of place somebody came to forget things.

I headed straight for the bar.

“Vodka,” I told the bartender.

“Bad night?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just give me the drink.”

He slid the glass towards me, and I swallowed it in one go. The burn down my throat felt so good.

I ordered again, and again, and around the fourth drink, I felt the ache inside my chest numbing around the edges.

I turned my drunken head to stare at the crowd and that was when I noticed him.

He was sitting at the far end of the bar, wearing all black. One tattooed hand wrapped loosely around a glass of whiskey.

He's tall, with broad shoulders, with a dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. And strikingly handsome too.

He had the modelling kind of face, the ones you see in the movies, that magazine probably pay stupid amounts of money to photograph.

He looked expensive, even from a distance, and unlike every other man staring openly at women's bodies.

He looked bored, like none of this interested him, until his eyes landed on me.

God! He was so handsome.

My face flushed with slight embarrassment as I looked away first.

I drank four more extra glass and by the time I paid the bartender, I was freaking drunk and staggering, trying hard not to step on my toes.

I felt pressed, I needed to use the restroom. The bartender pointed at the direction and I walked towards it.

There were two restrooms, probably for male and female. I walked into one of them without knocking and that's when I saw him.

The handsome stranger from moments ago.

His was peeing, I didn't say a word, I just stared at his perfectly structure body.

He turned and that's when he saw me.

My eyes landed on his Dick. It was out, and huge.

“Oh my God, what the…” he said, immediately pulling on his pants.

I smiled and walked up to him, placing a hand over his chest. He looked even more handsome.

Sharp jawline, cold gray eyes, a small scar near his eyebrow, and lips sinful enough to make bad decisions feel reasonable.

“Are you blind? What are you doing in the male's restroom?” That was the first time I heard him speak and God, his voice was so pleasing that it made me wet.

What is wrong with me?

This has to be the alcohol

He removed my hand from his chest and made to walk away but I pulled him back with a force. Staring at him in the eyes.

“You don't get to see a fallen angel every day,” I Said.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Kiss me,” I heard myself saying.

“Do you know what you just asked?” He asked, staring at me, our bodies were so close that we could feel each other heartbeat.

For a moment, I thought I could see the lust and desire in his eyes, but it was quickly gone as he slightly pushed me away.

“Get yourself together, you're drunk,” he said.

“I knew you'd reject me, just like my stupid boyfriend who doesn't care,how dare he call me a whore in front of everyone after everything I did for him,” I said and sat down on the floor, crying.

The stranger looked at me and sigh.

“I'm sorry about your boyfriend, but you can't just sit here like this,” he said.

“I want to sleep,” I said .

He sighed and carried me from the cold tiled, I close my eyes taking in his scent.

He brought me to a room and dropped me on the bed. And when he turned to leave, I grabbed his hand making him fall back on the bed.

“Don't leave, please,” I said.

“Go to bed, you're drunk,” he said.

But I pulled close to him and kissed him hungrily, he pulled away and stared at me.

“You asked for this,” he said and kissed me hungrily and passionately, like a man who's been starve of sex.