Y/n P.O.V.

The feeling I had was undescribable. I had never thought that my life could get much worse, but it did. Mike had the most annoyed and furious face I had ever seen.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Jack asked, putting his hand on my cheek. I had to get out of there. To a bathroom or something.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I just have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

Before he could say anything, I was jogged down a hallway and searched frantically for a bathroom. There had to be one somewhere. There just had to be-!

"Y/n."

I froze in place, and slowly turned to face him. I was trapped. There was no avoiding him.

"M-Mike.. I... Um.. Didn't expect you to be here. I was-"

"Where have you been, baby?" He looked sympathetic and concerned. His eyes showed fury but his face showed sympathy. Why? I didn't like it. "I was worried about you."

He walked up to me. I stepped back as he came toward me, putting me against the wall. He placed a hand on one side of me; a sign that meant if I run, I was dead.

I couldn't speak. I was frozen in fear and his stare was making it harder.

"Ya know, I don't appreciate you leaving me out of no where, Y/n. I also don't appreciate a cheater."

"B-But.. Mike.. Please. It was a mistake. It wasn't what it looked like.." I pleaded as I looked off toward the dancing and music. We weren't in any place for anyone to see. I was such an idiot. I led him right to a place where he could beat me. Dammit!

He lifted something up with his free hand. A large bottle full of something. Tequila...? Some sort of alcohol...

He popped the top off with his thumb as he said, "Don't worry. You're going to make it up to me. That guy can't save you in his state."

I opened mouth to speak, but the bottle was shoved into my mouth. Alcohol was poured down my throat forcefully and painfully. It was bitter and burned in my mouth as he pulled the bottle out. Somehow I had managed to chug down a good portion of the large bottle.

Things began to get fuzzy. Mike threw the bottle to the ground and his other hand fell to the wall on the other side of me, trapping me. It was too much alcohol. It was too much for me.

I slowly began to black out as I went numb. Darkness engulfed me.

Jack P.O.V.

Mark stumbled over to me, sitting on the bar stool next to me. He chuckled as he patted my back harshly, "Where's.. The Kinky Twinkie? She was here like... Some seconds ago?"

"Mark.. Jesus. You said you were gonna stay sober dumb ass."

"Pssshh.. Whatever."

I wasn't really sure what to think about Y/n suddenly having to go to the restroom. Maybe kissing her was a bad idea. She was acting drunk so I figured she would was. I figured she wouldn't remember. Dammit.. Maybe I ruined our relationship. Fuck!

I stood up and looked at Mark, "Stay here. Don't go doing anything stupid."

He didn't answer. He seemed to be lost in his own world. So, I turned and left him at the bar. I went straight to the restroom and opened the women's restroom.

"Y/n?" I said into the bathroom, hoping no one would care that I was slightly looking into the ladies' room.

No one answered. That relieved yet terrified me. Where was she? If she wasn't in the bathroom... Did she leave? Did someone grab her?

My mind was in a sudden panic as I walked through the hall calling out her name, "Y/n?! Where are you?!"

I stopped when I heard a sound coming from the room I had just passed. I back tracked and paused at the door, trying to listen. There were faint noises that sounded like crying. I tried opening the door, but it was locked.

"Go away!" A voice yelled. Another voice was also heard, but it was weak and slightly muffled. Even so, I could recognize it.

I stepped back against the wall across from the room and then lunged forward and kicked the door down. What I saw next killed me on the inside.

"You. Get out!" It was Y/n's boyfriend, Mike. He was over top of her, holding a hand over her mouth on the couch in this lounge place. Whether she was clothed was something I didn't notice because I was blinded by my own anger and terror.

I ran over to them and threw him off her. I was in a rage, headed to beat the shit out of him, when I was stopped.

"Woah! Woah! Jack! Calm down!" It was Mark. The alcohal must have started to wear off because he was strong enough to hold me down. Mike was breathing rapidly as he glared up at me. I glared right back.

Y/n was on the bed. Luckily the only clothing removed was her jacket she had been wearing all night.

I hated myself. I let her get taken away by her jerk off boyfriend where he could have done anything to her. This whole thing was a bad idea.

I glared over at Mike and struggled to get loose of Mark's grip, "You're damn lucky I don't beat you!"

He rolled his eyes at me, "What are you gonna do, Irish boy? Would Y/n really like it if you hurt me?"

"She hates your fucking guts ya dick head!!" I yelled, but Mark held tighter, "Jack. Calm down. He didn't do anything to her. She's alright."

I stopped struggling and relaxed, looking away from Mike and instead looked at Y/n. She was asleep somehow. Probably passed out from all the shit going on.

I jerked my shoulders away from Make and walked over to her. I pushed the few strands of hair from her face and carefully picked her up, holding her close to me.

"If I ever see you near her again, I'll make sure to kick your ass." I snarled, turning away from them and leaving the room.

From that day forward, I decided to make a promise to myself. That promise I made was that I would eventually teach him a lesson. A promise which I soon was able to fulfill.