Breakable

James’ POV
As much as I love to drink and partying, this packed club is starting to annoy me. My band mates decided that they want to get me laid so I can get over my now ex-girlfriend. I wasn’t looking for a quick lay; I just want to drink to forget the pain in my heart.
I really wasn’t paying attention to what my mates were doing, Danny, totally out of his mind is taking shots with our buddy Sam, and both are screaming their heads off. I got up and headed to the bar to get away from all the noise. I move my way through the sea of people and find a seat. I’m not gonna lie the girl sitting next to me was fucking hot, but it looks like she’s has a hard life. She has beautiful dark hair and big sad blue eyes.

“You don’t mind if I sit here do you? My mates are being dicks.” I ask looking over at her. She just smiles and shakes he head. The bartender gives her the drink she most likely ordered; I notice that the sleaze put his number on the napkin.

Bloody tool.

I see that she doesn’t look that impressed which makes me smile a little bit to myself.

I ask the bartender for a beer and he cracks it open for me, but I couldn’t help but laugh seeing how our song “To the Stage” is being blared in the club. My fingers start to tap on the beer bottle going to the beat of my drum bits.

“You a drummer or something?” I hear her ask me. I look over and smile at her.

“Yeah, it must be easy to tell. I’m the droomer for the band playing this song right now.” I say hoping not to sound like a complete git,

“That’s bad ass I love music, it’s pretty much the only thing holding me together.” She says playing with her drink. I could hear the sadness in her voice, God what has this girl gone through?

“I can say the same thing it’s completely a fucking release, and after a set I feel so much better.” I explain. I still didn’t know this girls name, but we kept talking for a good while about music and shit.

I see her look over at the door and I see the sleazy bartender about to leave.

“Hey it was good talking to you and all, but I got to go it’s getting late.” She says throwing money down and grabbed her purse. I instantly felt a blow to my ego, I guess she prefers douchebags.

“Yeah, good talking to you too, and have a good night.” I say rather tightly finishing my third beer. I also throw some money on the bar and get up and head back to the lounge where my mates were. I still couldn’t help but think of the dark haired angel.

“Aye! James we gotta go Sam just started throwing his guts up.” My mate Ben yells to me. I see him carrying a sickly looking Sam to the door.

I have wonderful drunk friends.

As we head out the parking lot I hear some yelling coming from the alley, and I look and see the girl from the bar getting felt up by the douche bag bartender. I see him slam her against the wall and try to go up her skirt. He looks like he put his disgusting fingers inside her.

“H-help!” I hear her yell and I felt myself start to boil.

“Stop! Get off of me!” She yells trying to kick him, but he puts his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yells in her face, the girl has the look of complete fear on her face, and that is when I had enough. I start heading over to them fists ready to fly.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands off her you fucking prick!” I yell ripping the guy off her and start punching him. After a few good hits I knew he was unconscious. I see her passed out on the ground and I know I can’t just leave her here. I pick her up and head to the bus, all the guys were giving me strange looks, but I shrug them off. I put her in my bunk and had to start thinking of something seeing how I just kidnapped someone. I go back out the ‘living room and Ben just stares at me.

“What the fuck was that James?” He asks. I then explained the situation.

“We have to do something about this at out next venue; you technically just kidnapped someone James.

“I know,” I say, but not at all sorry for what I did