From Bad to Worse

I work as bouncer out side of a pretty popular strip club in Los Angeles. It's just a job to make money on the side, aside from Hollywood Undead. I was outside with Jackson, the other bouncer, and I suddenly here faint screaming inside. Assuming it was some douche bag trying to touch the girls, I flick my half smoked cigarette butt to the ground and leave Jackson out here. I hear it coming from the back, where our bosses room was. I grab the handle, but it was locked. I could tell who was in there. It was Rachel.

That girl means so much to me. I won't let Aaron hurt her.

I kick the door in and find Rachel half naked and crying, nearly raped. I did everything in my power to stop Aaron. He was already half naked. I pulled him off of her and just kept punching and punching. I don't know how many times I hit him, maybe eleven or twelve. But he was out, cold.

I bend down to his bloody ear and whisper, "Fuck you. We quit." And punch him a final time square in the eye. I then wipe the blood on my clothes and rush to Rachel's rescue. She's so afraid. Se flinches at my touch, but I hold her and we just rock and sway. I say, "Shhh....your safe now....calm down Rachel...." Into her ear. She puts her head to my chest and nods. She finally stops crying, not that I minded, and looks up. Her beautiful violet eyes, swollen and red from crying, look right into mine. She kisses me on the cheek. I freeze from it. "Thank you Danny.." she whines with a sad voice. I turn down, and kiss her forehead, and say, "Your welcome, Rachel." She falls asleep in my arms. Just like I've always wanted her too.

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(1:00 A.M.)

Her friend Ashley had already left, thinking Rachel must have gone home with some random guy. She does that a lot. I would have brought her home, but I didn't know where her apartment was, so I brought her to my house. During the ride, she was shaking in her sleep, I took off my jacket and covered her with it. Then again she only had a thong and bra on so if anyone driving by saw her like this, they would probably get freaked out. I finally made it back to my apartment. I carry her up the flight of stairs. Open the door, with my hand under her back, and lie her down on the my bed. I grabbed a pair of my sweat pants and slowly slip them on her, as well as one of my 'Hollywood Undead' t-shirts. I didn't want her to think anything happened between us, or let alone, I tried anything, so I went out in the living room and slept on the couch.