Sara

Sara sits at the bar sipping on a ginger ale, while Brad keeps on getting more wasted by the second. She has to admit though; his plan of asking drunken people to buy him booze had actually worked. He just walked up to drunken women and flirted with them until they bought him drinks. He was off flirting with one now; only he didn’t know that she had a boyfriend. Sara knew. Sara could see him walking toward him looking pissed. He was going to get his ass kicked.

“Hey!” the deep voiced man said to Brad, tapping him roughly on the shoulder.

Brad turns around wobbly, a drunken smile plastered on his face, “Can I help you, good sir?”

“Yea, stay away from my girl.”

Brad only smiles. Sara knows this smile well. It means trouble. She is off her stool in seconds

“There you are!” she cries running to her Brad’s side. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere! You know better then running off like that!”

“Hey Sara,” Brad says leaning heavily onto her. He smells strongly like Scotch and Peppermint. She grimaces, trying to push him off her, but its no use; he’s too heavy. “How are ya, Sara? Sarrrrraaaaa!”

“Yea, that’s me,” she snaps, still struggling to hold on to his weight.

“You know this freak?” Mr. Burley asks, pointing to Brad.

Sara nods, “Yes, sir.”(Always good to be polite when fighting for your life after all.) I’m so sorry if he has bothered you. He’s is my charge, you see, from the home, and well he kind of wondered off.”

The man’s big burly eyebrows rise slightly, “What, like he’s a retard or something?”

She shrugs, “Yea, something like that.”

“Oh…”

Sara takes this momentary confusion to start backing up, with Brad in tow, “Well thanks for understanding. We’ll, uh, just be going.”

“One sec, Saaara,” Brad slurs just as she gets him away from the table, “I needa do one thin’ first.”

Sara then has to watch as he bends down and kisses Mr. burley’s girlfriend. Sara sighs, swearing many a swear under her breath. This is not good. Not good at all. She wants to kill Brad for being such an idiot, but that would be counter revolutionary to her plan of saving his ass. She see’s the fist coming and knows she has but seconds to get Brad away from it. So she does the first thing she can think of. She screams. This causes everyone to look at her, but it also buys her time.

“Come on!” she yells to Brad, pulling at his arm as she runs for the door.

“Where ‘re we gon’?” Brad asks her stumbling more then she likes.

“Away.”

“Oh.”

Sara sighs. She really does not like Brad right now. “You had to be a shit disturber! Fuck you Brad! Fuck you!”

“Huh? Sara, stop running!”

“I can’t! You got us in trouble, and if I stop we’ll both most likely get our asses kicked! I like my ass not kicked thank you very much!”

“Stop!” Brad sounds more frantic, but Sara ignores him. She just keeps on running. Then she hears it; the familiar splattering of someone puking. She feels the warmth of back splatter and finally stops running.

“Ew! Brad!” she whines, whipping the back of her thigh on the front of her other.

Brad only whips his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I really hate you, know that?” she snaps at him.

He shrugs.

She opens her mouth to say more, but the sound of quickening footsteps remind her of why she hates Brad, and also why she needs to keep running.

“Come on!” she hisses again, pulling Brad along the deck.

“Where we goin?”

Sara doesn’t know how to answer that. She has no idea where she is going. She hadn’t even realized she’d made it to the deck until seconds ago.

“Sara?”

“I don’t know!” she snaps, feeling a stich start in her side, slowing slightly. “We need to hide so I can come up with a plan.”

And then she sees it. Her safety. She stops suddenly causing Brad to fall into her, and her to the ground. She jumps back to her feet, ignoring the throbbing coming from her left knee, and walks toward the door in front of them. It’s unmarked, and she has no idea where it will lead her but that’s what makes it so perfect. They hide out behind this door, and wait for Mr. Burley to go by. Then they can go on with their lives intact, and happy. Well figuratively.

“Come on,” she calls to Brad, walking toward the un-marked door. Thankfully he does as he’s asked without complaint. She opens the door and is met with a long, narrow hallway.

“Where are we?” Brad asks, closing the door and leaving them in total darkness.

“I don’t know,” she answers with a sigh. She reaches around until she feels the wall. She doesn’t like it in here, and she hopes it won’t be long until she can leave.

The door opens just as this thought is uttered and she can see their want-a-be attacker.

“There you are!” he hisses smiling, “Are you ready to die ass?!”

“Fuck!” Sara groans, and has just enough time to continue running before the sound of footsteps can be heard from behind her.