I don’t know how did I end up on his lap, yapping and talking about something even I don’t know shit about— While he’s casually having a cigarette, listening to me with his hand running up and down my thigh while he’s at it.

Earlier.

I went out with my friends to the bar, girls night out, couple drinks here, couple dance there, few men here, few kisses there— You know? The usual.

Back at home I left my brother and his bestfriend that have been living with us ever since we ran away from our abusive father since we were kids.

And I remember being at the bar, it was fun, we drank and I ended up pissing people off that I shouldn’t have, but Damien, my brother’s bestfriend. Heard about it before anything, even though I had already went crazy.

And may or may have not set their bar on fire…

But hey? They flirted, I refused, they flirted, I refused nicely for the second time then the third time? He tried to touch me!

Unacceptable. He had to pay for it.

And Damien made sure of it too.

So now he took me back home, had me on his lap yapping away about my day as he just casually smoked, his big, big body swallowing my smaller frame. My thighs— Even though they’re not small by any chance, looked small against his big, veiny hand.

“And then, he was like, come dance with me? I said no thanks, I’m fine.” I spoke, exaggeratingly mimicking how the scene was.

“And then he came again, and was like. C’mon, baby girl. I can fuck this pretty ass real good. And he touched my ass!" I spoke, a frown and a pout forming my face at the last part as I finally slurred out eventually.

“So I burned their bar down.” I spoke softly.

And I know by now, Damien have already taken care of them.