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“I can’t keep doing this.” The young blonde girl walked in the cold rainy night with her sweater hugging her frame and a bag in one hand. Catherine had just been abused by Benjamin after he found out that she was lying to him about being late out at night. That new girl that he was sleeping around mange to tell him and now she hated that redhead for telling him the truth.
She just want to escape from him and live somewhere that she can able to do what she want in her life.
No someone telling her what to do and what not to do.
Soon, the girl stop and turn to see a biker bar just across the street with bikes line up. Biting her lip for a moment, she stare at the way she was going and shook her head. “Graveyard can wait.”
Taking out a fake ID that she stole from her ‘boyfriend’ since she didn’t pay for the ID like he asked to back in Los Angeles. Once she was mange to get inside, she took a seat near the bar and place her bag in front of her with a sigh. “…Beer or something that is hard, please.” She order placing the ID down and glare at the bartender who study the girl before get whatever he can give to the girl.
Running her hand through her wet blonde hair and fumble to find a cigarette before heard a chuckle from the man next to her. “Pretty young and brave to get through bouncer.” He spoke in a gravel tone and the girl turn to see the dark hair color man with his hair long but wearing a leather jacket that she knew he was part of a gang.
Great, a rival from Ben.
“I don’t care, if you have a abusive boyfriend who mange to beat you non-stop and now place to go…this is the place.” She spoke as she took out a carton of cigarettes before frown when they were wet and no good to light.
The man couldn’t help but turn to the girl with pale green eyes and smirk as she toss the wet carton to the side and let out a frustrated sigh. Just when the bartender place down a bottle of beer is where the man hand her a cigarette and arched a brow at her with a crooked smirk. “What’s your name?”
Staring at him for a moment, debating if to take the cigarette or not, she reaches and took the object before place it between her lips. “Catherine. Just Catherine.” She spoke giving him a side glance before fusses with the lighter causing the man to let out a rough chuckle and turn her face to look at him with his colossal hands. About to argue at him, she watch as he took out his lighter and light the cigarette before letting her face go.
“Henry. Henry Ringrose.”