"Get. The Fuck. Away. From Her." A voice growled behind us. 

The men stopped and I opened my eyes. I know that voice. I tried to look past the huge men but instead, I just see a fist come flying out of nowhere and connect with the middle guy's jaw. He goes down instantly. I simply watched in awe as two more fists take down the other two. The first guy gets back up and charged after the fists. I can finally get a good enough view of the fists. Mark. Mark's saving me. 

The man pushed Mark down, but in a drunken rage, Mark got back up and gave the man three more punches to the face, each looking worse than the last. Finally the club almost stops altogether and they watch. I get a little self conscious and hide in the background. Most of these people can put two and two together and figure out what was going on. 

The man finally fell to the ground and Mark gave him a good kick in the gut. I grew some balls and decided to kick him in his. Right with my heel and I heard a collective of groans from the males watching. Mark looked around and saw that all three men were down. He looked at me and I instantly just saw concern. He came up to me and hugged me tight, "Are you okay?" 

I looked down and fixed my dress so that it wasn't hitched up. I was embarrassed and just wanted to leave. I think Mark saw this because he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and almost engulfed me in his buff chest. I honestly felt like crying, but I guess I did deserve it a little. I should've been in here in the first place. 

Mark walked me out the club, acting almost like a bodyguard. As we were walking out, I kept my head down. I was really hoping no one saw my face now. "What the hell are you looking at? None of your damn business. Suck my ass." I heard Mark say, all the way out the bar. I couldn't exactly see where we were going, but I could tell we were outside by the suddenly breeze engulfing me. I shivered. I didn't realize it was this cold. I don't even know what time it was. 

Mark and I started walking down the street to the apartment. I'm kinda glad we didn't take a car at this point, but my feet were kinda killing me. "Legan."

I looked up at Mark. I wonder if he was mad at me for going alone by myself. For being so careless. I wasn't checking my surrounds. This is all my fault. "I'm sorry, Mark. I didn't think....I'm sorry."

"No. No. No. Don't you dare feel sorry for yourself. This is not your fault. None of it is. You just wanted to go to the bathroom. I was the one that dragged you in there in the first place, so if you blame anyone, blame me. But do not. Do not. blame yourself. You got that?" I nodded. How'd he know what I was thinking? I mean, come on that was kind of ridiculous. Maybe he had a girlfriend that was in the same situation, but this time he could do something about it. 

We got to the apartments and walked through the lobby. Mark was still holding me close. I couldn't blame him. If he wasn't holding me close, I'd be clinging onto him. I wasn't acting like I wasn't scared. I just felt....helpless. 

Mark hadn't said anything until we got into the elevator. Maybe he didn't want anybody overhearing us. I was kinda grateful for that. The only thing Mark had said in the elevator was, "I'm sorry, Legan." I simply tried to not think it happened. It was so much easier that way, but Mark was....making me face the problem. I simply looked down as we stepped out of the elevator and down the Mark's room. 

As soon as I stepped into Mark's room, I wanted to just cry and lay on the floor. Sadly, that's not the first time that's happened. That's why my brother was always with me, but now he's not....I keep forgetting that. 

I sat on the couch and looked at the blank screen on the TV, looking at my own reflection. I watched Mark come up behind me and lean over the couch, "Legan. I'm so sorry. I wanted you to have fun. Not for...this to happen. I'm glad I got there when I did because I always want to be there for you." 

I simply forced a smile, the buzz was defiantly still there and I was extremely tired, but I still had to force it. "Mark, it's fine. I'm just gonna get some rest." 

Mark sighed. "Alright, but sleep in my room tonight. I'll make sure nothing happens to you." 

"Mark, you don't have to." 

"I want to!" Mark demanded. I simply got up and headed to the back. I knew when he raised his voice like that, he was serious and I'm not going to stand in his way. I'm not going to be beaten tonight to. I'm not even gonna push it. 

I went back to Mark's room and got rid of my dress. That was probably the only time I'm gonna wear it, but it was nice while it lasted. I got into bed and laid there, not really believing the night I've had. Then there was a knock on the door frame since I didn't remember closing the door. That was kinda stupid. "Legan?"

I simply responded, "Yes?" 

He came over and sat on the bed with me. He was trying to continue to look into my eyes, but I saw his eyes flicker down my body a couple of times. Oh...wait...I only have a bra and panties...wow...this is....awkward. "I'm sorry for the night you've had. I just want you to be happy."

"It's fine, Mark." 

"No, it's not. I can see the sadness in your eyes and I want that to go away for you. I want you to be pleased..." 

I was shocked, "Mark...I didn't think..." 

He stopped me, interrupting me, "I meant what I said back there. You're beautiful and you expect the best. You should have nothing less than that." He leaned closer to me and I could feel his breath on my nose. My heart started to race. But this time...it was good. 

"M-Mark..." I said almost as a breath. I didn't know what to say. 

"Shh..." He cooed, his lips lightly drifting over mine. "Let me please you."

I simply nodded and I felt his lips press hard against mine. I felt a spark erupt between us and I felt his hands grab my hips. I was on fire in my core. He leaned me back on the bed and I was in a state of pure bliss.