3 Worst Day Of My Life

In my seat sat a girl with long shiny chocolate brown hair. Her hair reached down to her waist it was fully straightened it almost looked like a silk curtain. Her skin was a dewy fair skin tone, with large dark brown eyes. She was so elegant. But what was she doing? Who was she?

I stormed over to the booth where Alex sat. "Alex, who is she?" I stood in between Alex and the woman.

She made eye contact with me. Her eyes were mesmerising I felt like she could draw me in if I stared in them too long. Now that I had a good look at her, she was my idea of perfection.

The fair skin, large gorgeous eyes, plump pink lips. Her look of happiness soon faded and turned into shock, confusion, and regret. She immediatly stood up and stood next to me.

I watched her, she looked as if she was gonna cry, like she was sorry. Then it hit me she was the one Alex was texting.

"Alex! Who is she!?" I raised my voice the lump in my throat growing.

Alex had a look of panic plastered on his face. He stuttered, "I- she," he paused for a moment and sighed. "Vivian, she's.... my girlfriend."

Tears flooded my eyes as the lump in my throat felt like a bowling ball.

"Aren't I your girlfriend!?" I yelled. I was aware I was making a scene but why does that matter now?

"Well yes but-"

"But what? Am I not GOOD ENOUGH for you!?" My voice cracked, I could barly hold my tears any longer.

The woman turned to me and set a hand on my shoulder, "Look I didnt know-"

I shoved her away, by now the whole restaurant was staring at us. I burst into tears running out the door. I kept running, unaware of my surroundings or where I was going.

I kept crying, running until I couldn't breath anymore. I stopped I don't know how long I ran, how long I cried. I looked up to see an unfamiliar area. The sky was dark not a star in sight unlike how it was back home. Red and yellow lights scattered the area. It wreaked of smoke.

The few people that scattered the streets looked like they were in gangs or like they were drunk. I got creepy stares from each person that past by. I felt like one of them would pounce on me at any moment.

I started trembling scared and lost what do I do? This isn't anything like at home. By now Alex was the last thing on my mind, I just wanted to get home.

In between in all I felt someone grab my arm. I turned around my arm still in his grip. I fell to the floor at the sight of him. The man inched closer his breath wreaked of alchohol. I was trembling on the verge of tears. Why is this happening to me first Alex then this.

I tried pulling away from his grasp but it was too strong. It felt like he tightened his grip as I moved around. I felt my circulation cut. He put a hand on my shoulder and shoved me to the floor. I screamed attemping to get him off me.

Not long after the man was hauled to his feet. Behind him stood the man who helped me. He wore a black tux not a piece of fur or anything layed on it. His black hair looked well groomed.

"Discusting." He mumbled.

What? Was he talking about me or the guy that almost raped me? He threw the man to floor. I still sat there on the cold concrete, I glanced behind him. And behind him was a gorgeous newly polished black car. My eyes widened at the sight its gorgeous, it looked extremly pricy as well.

"What is a girl like you doing here?" He questioned straightening his clothes.

"I," All the feelings of Alex and that girl rushed back to me, "I got lost..."

"Would you like a ride back home?"

What can I trust him? I almost got raped a second ago not to mention this area looks shady. And this guy looks rich, like he owns a company CEO vibes rich. What is someone like him even doing in an area like this?

I raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Look, I know you dont trust me and I don't wrong you, I mean, look where we are now. But you seem like you don't even know where you are. Leaving you here I feel like you'll just rot in the alley way until someone comes to get you."

Somehow I felt offended. I wasnt that clueless. Well maybe I was but my parents always took good care of me and I always took care to try and not end up where I am now.

I sighed and stood up off the ground. Now that I got a good look at him, he was pretty tall. If I were to compare myself to him I would be considered short.

"Okay..." I said skeptically.

He opened the car door for me and even held my hand to help me get into his car. His car was so clean it still had that fresh car smell that I always seemed to love for some reason.

"And where do you live, might I ask?"

I quickly told him the address as he hopped in the seat next to me. I was confused at first who would drive the car? Just as he sat down something like a window opened up infront of him revealing another man in a black tux.

He told him my adress almost like he was comanding him. Was he that rich to have a chauffeur? I barely even noticed the car was moving when it started. I felt like I could easily fall asleep in this car. But I was still wondering, could I trust him, had I made a mistake, what was he even doing here?