?Karmic ending?

Bryony's POV

Fast forward a couple days since the weird call with Arthur it was the weekend and we were off.

Chloe invited me to a club and I definitely said yes needing to shake things up and try to think about someone else.

Adding lip gloss on my lips Chloe yapped on and on about Odell good for nothing ass.

"Which one I asked showing her the two earrings.

"Is that even a question. It's hoops for the win" she said and I nodded turning back to the mirror to add them on which enhanced my outfit.

"You planning on going home with anyone tonight?" She questioned and I smacked my lips.

"After what happened the last time. I think I'll just settle on just dancing with em" I said pointing at her reflection in the mirror.

"Bitch that's why your coochie gon be rusty" she said throwing a pillow at me.

I turned and took up the pillow to which she immediately shielded herself.

I walked closer to the side of the bed and waited.

The second she let her hands down I swung the pillow so violently at her face that her head snapped back.

"You aggressive as fuck. I'm sorry for any nigga that chooses to spent they life with you" she scowled while rubbing her eyes.

"You started it" I mumbled while biting back the urge to scream at the fact that an image of him in a tux waiting at the alter popped up in my head.

Yeah rehab Bryony.

Hopping in Odell's car I looked at my garage and could literally hear my old car cry out for me to just take it from a spin, just like old times. But again I ignore it's pleas.

I scoffed and leaned my head back as the car took off into the darkness.

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It happened so fast, one moment I was talking to this dude and dancing with him and the next he was taking me around the back.

"Hey slow down" I mumbled waving the at the man but he didn't acknowledge me and continued pulling on my arm.

I abruptly pulled my arm from him and he spun around to say something but a fist came flying out of no where, landing right unto his cheek. He went down on the floor.

I looked down at him and covered my mouth fighting the urge to burst out in a fit of giggles.

I'm tipsy as fuck.

The attacker latched their steal grip around my wrist and it was actually starting to hurt.

I glanced down at his tattooed hand and almost sighed in relief but then I started to panic because how the hell did he know I was here.

"Arthur" I call but he continued pulling me until we were outside and I shivered at the cool breeze brushing against my skin.

He pushed me up against the car.

He started removing the cap and black face mask. At this moment one of my favorite jams came on.

Why now when I'm stuck out here with this psycho.

I started waving my hand side to side on the beat.

Suddenly his rough hands pulled me into him and my chest burned at how close we were.

One of his hands went around my neck while the other laid at my almost naked hip.

My back pressed on the cold steel of the car but it only amplified the boiling eruptions happening below my lower abdomen.