ONE TEMPTATION || [L.P]

Catch Up

(Aprils pov)

I look up at the boy, instant fear hit me as i realised who it was. Taking a deep breath, I speak, "Dylan?"
"The one and only," he shrugs without interest. I bring myself up to my feet, an attempt to leave the alley. "Where are you headed?" He continues conversation as if it isn't obvious i don't want to speak to him. There's no way he's just randomly talking to me right now, he must want something. "What do you want, Dylan?" I ask, my back to him. The silence runs between us before i feel his hand land on my left arm, right on the scar. I flinch slightly, thinking this could go another way, but, instead he says, "I want to start speaking again, catch up. For old times sake you know?"
"Oh so you think you can just walk back into my life as if nothing happened between us? How'd you even find me, are you stalking me or something?" I face him now, waiting for a response.
"What? No, of course not. I just happened to be in the area and i know you have a show here tomorrow with that band you're still touring with." He states with an eye roll, but trying to make it go unnoticed. He continues, "I know it won't be the same as it was, but, can we try be friends at least, April?" I take a minute to consider before he states, "I've changed. I promise." I let that sink in. "Okay." I agree to his proposal. We now stand in silence. "You seemed stressed, is everything okay?" I look to the floor before answering, "yeah i'm fine, just a lot on my mind." I chuckle a bit as if to not make the situation expand. "It's that Liam one isn't it?" My head shot up from hearing him mention Liam. "What do you mean?" I'm confused as to how Liams got into this conversation and why it matters. "Come on, I see the way you two get along on stage, so is he your boyfriend?" He leans against the wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "What- No he's not, there's nothing between Liam and i, we're friends." Emphasis on the word friends. "Okay then...Why don't we go for a drink? There's a nice bar down the street." I nod at his offer as we set foot out into the Georgian crowds. Weaving in and out of families, we reach the bar. We take a seat facing each other in a booth. "So, where are you staying?" I begin small talk. "Some hotel down the road, roughly ten minutes away. Here for business." He explains before standing and turning to me, "What do you want to drink?" I think. Not wanting to get too drunk tonight I say, "Bacardi and coke please," I grab my purse out of my small tote I had brought with me. "Put that away, i'll pay, it's no worries." Before i respond, he walks off to the bar, eventually returning with my Bacardi and coke and something most likely stronger for him. We chat away for many hours, the sky getting darker as we speak. As we drift away into the night, I decide i should head home. "I should probably go, but i'm sure we'll meet up again." I begin to pack up my things, swinging my tote over my shoulder. As i go to walk towards the door I feel him grab my hand, "Why don't you come back to mine?" He asks, tipsy. "I'd rather not i've a show tomorrow and i'd rather just stay in my hotel room, thanks though." I don't escalate the situation. I can visibly see the anger enter his eyes, in a stern tone he says, "Just come back to mine." He stands, barely. I take a step back as he steps closer. I look around me, unsure of what to do with the situation. I notice a back door with a vibrant green 'fire exit' above it. Sure of this door taking me out the back of the building i make a run for it. I burst through the doors in a frenzy. Sure enough, I was outside at the back of all the buildings. Before i got the chance to think of where to go, the door swings open. Dylan. A glass bottle gripped tightly in his hand, he swings at me, but his drunkenness makes him miss. In a full state of panic, I attempt to run through the side of the building to the main road. I trip and feel a grip around my right ankle. I begin getting dragged back. I scream at this point, needing help. As we are in a secluded area with nobody back here, there's no one to help and the main road is too loud for people to hear. My mind a complete spiral, I hear a smack, my face turning left, followed by a stinging burn. Did he just slap me? Wrapping his firms hands around my throat, my airways begin to close. "We were perfect princess. Now, why don't we restart and this can all be finish?" His face gets closer to mine, his hand loosening its grip, giving me a chance to speak up. "Never." I say back, keeping my ground. With that one word, he was fuming. His hand grips my neck harder than ever, his other hand raising, the beer bottle in his hands. "You asked for this." He went to swing, when all of a sudden. Bang. He was hit unconscious. I begin rapidly breathing, trying to get my average breathing pace back. I look up at the person that saved me from this.

"Liam?"