I hadn't been too far from the bar when someone pulled my arm.

"Are you okay miss?" A boy wearing a white V neck t-shirt and a ragged pants approached me.He was holding my arms. there was a look of amazement and worry on his face.

"I-I'm okay. Let me go." I said softly because I was still crying before and I didn't have the courage. It was too fresh in my brain what happened.

I don't know why it's a big deal to me then. Because maybe I just want him to be mine. I’m possessive kind of a girl but when it comes to this point I slapped...