I laugh and agree with her, then wash my hands. As I am fixing my hair, the stall of the two people who were fucking opens and out stumbles Brady. He unsteadily rests himself on the door of the stall as one of the girls from the Bachelorette party walks out under his arm, pulling her dress down. He smacks her ass as she makes her way over to look at herself in the mirror next to me.
Jade looks at Brady with wide eyes then to me. She turns to the mirror to apply some lipstick. I freeze, hoping if I don't move, he won't see me as if he's an intoxicated T-Rex. Brady, however, spots me and makes his way toward me. He stops in front of me and raises his finger at me.
"How the fuck do you rate so high to receive a promotion?" he spits as he sways back and forth.
"Your mouth must have some magical sucking powers to have Barrett give you my position."
Not amused by his asinine comment and feeling invincible, I slap him hard for what he just insinuated.
"Fuck you, Brady! I deserve this promotion, and I didn't take your position, we're Co's. That means we have the same position. Now, get the fuck out of my face," I shout back at him.
He grabs the wrist of my hand I slapped him with, and I'm instantly reminded of the night at his parent's house. Fear begins to course throughout my body. I look out of the corner of my eye at Jade, who is watching everything unfold. Oh, my God! Not again. Why did I slap him? I know what it does to him.
"The fuck you do. I am the one who helped you get to where you are today. Without me, you'd be nothing. F-U-C-K-I-N-G- N-O-T-H-I-N-G!" he spews within inches of my face.
I turn my face away from his and tell him to leave me alone. He then grabs my neck as he slams me up against the bathroom wall, pushing his weight against me. I hear Jade gasp.
"You know I'm right, Ali," he growls.
"Get off me, Brady!" I shout.
His weight is way too much for me. I can feel tears well up in the corner of my eyes. I try to knee him and push him off me, but I can't. He puts more of his weight against me and kisses my neck. I am entirely trapped by him again.
"You're just jealous that I wasn't fucking your brains out in that stall. You fucking loved it when I pounded your tight little pussy the other night," he whispers through his teeth in my ear.
"Jade. JADE! Help me. SOMEONE! ANYONE!" I scream, but it seems like it's only a whisper.
"Shut the fuck up! You know you want me. Stop pretending you don't. Every girl wants a piece of this," he snarls as he covers my mouth and runs his tongue up my neck.
Brady is ripped from me and falls hard to the floor. My eyes blurry from my tears that I can barely see what's happening. Jade grabs me and walks me away from where Brady is lying on the floor; someone hovered over him. My eyes adjust, and I watch Luke's elbow cock-back numerous times as he strikes Brady in the face.
Chapter Sixty-Two
The VIP restroom floods with people, onlookers, our group that we came with, and the nightclub staff. Luke is pulled from Brady, and his fist is dripping with blood. Brady looks to be unconscious and is hardly recognizable under all the blood covering his neck and face. His shirt, hair, and the floor are full of blood as well.
Ris grabs hold of me, asking if I'm okay, begging for me to tell her what happened in the restroom. I'm in shock at all the blood surrounding Brady and the crazed look on Luke's face as he tries to break free from the two bouncers trying to restrain him, that I can barely hear her. Everything feels like it's in slow motion.
The police arrive as Jade leaves my side to talk to them. I'm not exactly sure how much she witnessed or heard. Ris is still holding on to me tightly. I look at Luke; he is starting to settle down some now that the police are here. He is yelling at them to let him go so he can see if I'm okay. I am so glad he came to my rescue; I don't know what Brady would've done to me if he hadn't.
I leave Ris, and she grabs my arm, but I move it away from her and keep walking over to Luke. I push one of the police officers out of my way and wrap my arms around Luke's waist, burying my face into his chest. He jerks his arms from the police and wraps them around me, resting his cheek on top of my head. I start sobbing.
"Ali, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Luke questions.
He grabs the sides of my face, but I hold onto him tighter and cry harder. I want him close to me right now. The paramedics carry Brady out on a stretcher. He's come to and has an ice pack over half of his face. His nose looks broken, and he seems to be missing a tooth. Luke did quite a number on him. I can't say that he didn't deserve it.
The police ask me to sit down and tell them exactly what happened. They say they received a statement from a witness already but wanted one from me since I was part of what just took place. Luke holds me tightly, his arm still wrapped around me. I can see the swelling of his hand with some bruising and blood. Ris is next to me, holding my hand. I decide to sit down and begin to tell them what happened.
They ask if this was our first altercation or if there's been more. Ris squeezes my
