3. AFTER THE PERVERT

Hurriedly, I fixed myself up and burst out of the restroom, in a sprint. 

Momentarily, I wondered where Sophia was. She was probably high on something and on top of a random man's cock, riding away into ecstasy.

I have to catch the bastard.

He led me outside, past the bouncers that stood guard at the doors while I followed, jogging in between my walk. 

The wreakin' was an enormous place covering a large area of land. It could contain hundreds of people, most of which were willing women.

And this crude idiot thought he could come sneak long looks at me in the bathroom and go free? Jokes. I'm going to hand him over to the police.

I walk along the lobby of the club, yelling at his form that was now running ahead of me. He seems to recognize that I didn't give up and was still after him.

"Come back here you pervert! Come see more. Let me your eyes with more." I yelled. Yes, more slaps and blows to his head.

"Come back here, you pervert!"

"Get him. He's a pervert!" I kept yelling, while a few people outside looked in my direction briefly and then back to their concerns. Nobody seemed to mind me. They probably thought to not give mind to someone who was yelling like a demented woman at the club.

My legs burned and I was sure I would have blisters by the time I got home and sobriety came. I took off the shoes and attempted to walk again.

I landed on the floor. 

My eyes. They looked at the marbled floor funny. The ground was dancing to me. It was probably the change in height that was causing the misunderstanding in my brain. Walking on a new height barefooted, different from the level I was on while I wore high heels seemed a little too tasky for my brain.

My stomach rumbled again and I lurched forward with force, trying to empty my bowels. Nothing came forth.

"God!" I screamed when I was finally able to stand up. The bastard was gone. I turned to return the way I come. Only a few meters had I walked when I saw the familiar bounce of the chain on his trousers, even before I saw his red jacket.

He must have thought to run me to a dead end, evade me, and go back the way he came. 

"Hey, you!" I yelled again. "Wait up. You pervert."

An idea hit me. What was I doing all these while not being smart? I took a short look at the shoes in my hands, took one, and threw it with all the energy I have left in my arm, at him.

It hit him square in the head. 

From ahead, I heard his groan as he clasped his hand on the head. He brought it down and looked at it, then looked back at me, hissing. 

I think I saw blood.

Good for me because a lot more people were there. However, just as I made the turn at the corner. I was seized and slammed against the hard brick of the wall.

I gasp for air as he choked me with an arm, holding me to the wall. 

"You perv!" I croaked out.

His face which was now in full view to me moved in a smirk. A smirk!

"Whatchu gonna do now, fighter?" He said, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. "You're all mine now."

He began to run his filthy hand over my thighs. It was as though bugs were crawling over me. For the first time that night, I regretted wearing a short dress.

His touch was scaly and rough like I had an amphibian slithering on my body. This will spoil the memory of Mr. Hat touching me ever so sweetly.

"You will pay for this," I say, out of breath. I was getting the feeling that I will throw up. This feeling was intensified when the pervert said, "Well, shouldn't I finish what I started if I am going to pay in the end? Huh, what do you think?" His brown eyes were filled with mischief, as he brought his face closer to mine.

I shut my eyes tight and suck my lips inside.

No, not the lips. Do not kiss me, do not kiss me, I thought. 

Then I used the shoe left in my hand on his head. He groaned in pain but he did not let me go. Instead, he slammed my head against the wall.

"Bitch!" He screamed. "You fucking bitch! Who do you think you are? You're just another god-damned whore on the streets so what crime is it that I took a short look at you? Huh?!"

He took his hand to his head and brought it back covered with blood. 

"Shit!" He yelled again. Then in between his heavy breathing, he said, "You have to pay for this little bitch, don't you think?" 

"You will pay for this," I said.

"Well, you will be paying first. And I have just the idea how." He replied, his mouth forming a sinister smirk.

I struggled to be let free but his hold was too forceful for me to break. I was surprised and at the same time, terrified.

He held me by my hair and begin to drag me to a dark corner while I struggled and yelled. 

Then from nowhere, a huge kick came from his side. It was so impactful that I fell alongside him as he let out a groan and fell to his back.  

I scrambled, making myself into a fetal position, scared as fuck. 

But I realized that I was free and I looked to see who had come to my rescue. 

He wore a facemask. At first, I thought it was Mr. Hat, but the brown eyes of this stranger carried nothing but peril. They looked to lead whoever stared too long at them into abysmal nothing. 

We stared at each other for some more seconds before he turned to the guy on the floor, who was trying to get up and run.

"Fuck!" He said. "Who the fuck are you?" He yelled, trying to get on his feet.

My rescuer tackled him and he fell to the ground before he responded to his question with a punch to his face. I whimpered from where I was because it was a solid punch. 

Two or more punches on the guy's face and he began to bleed from his nose.

Then the strange man let him go while that one tried to scamper away. He couldn't. He remained on the floor groaning.

Soon, people were beginning to gather.

I struggled to take in the fresh air and somehow, the mix got wrong. I crawled to the side and emptied the contents of my bowels before turning and sinking to a seat on the floor. 

I was conscious but it seemed I was hearing voices from far away. Just when I thought I would pass out, I looked up to see this strange man covering me with his jacket, his eyes never leaving me for a second.

Just then, security came running. I told them what happened upon inquiry and the groaning pervert on the floor was proof enough. They lifted the pervert guy from the ground and he felt his nose and looked at the blood that stained it. 

"Fuck you, bitch!" He screamed and launched towards me. Two of the security officers held him on either of his sides, stopping him from coming at me.

Just then, from the pool of people who once again, were in twos and threes before my eyes, Sophia emerged.

"Holy hell Debby!" She shrieked. "Are you okay?" 

I looked up at her and then at the man on the ground. "Pervert," I say.

She turns to him and boots him hard on the leg. He yelps in pain. The security men began to whisk him away while he kept shouting that I would pay.

"Are you okay?" She asks again when she came back to me. I nodded. "I'm so sorry darling. Let's get you home." 

My drowsy eyes move around, searching for my helper. He was here just a moment ago.

He was not here. 

Frantically, I tried to search for him, with my eyes, amongst the humans that gathered. But he was gone. Vanished.

Sophia helped me stand on my feet.

"Are you sure you're okay? Oh my goodness. You should not have followed him."

"He went away... the guy ...he went away."

"What guy?" She asked.

"The guy who kicked him away."

"There was no guy Debby. Pull yourself together and let's go home." She replied, dismissively.

I let go of her and turned to the side to empty my bowels one more time. Sophia was right behind me, holding my hair away from my face and vomit.

When I tried to rise, I fell back heavily on her. 

Just then, everything went pitch black.