This Could Have Been Us

This Could Have Been Us

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Kate Williamson is strong on the inside but sometimes she forgets to show it on the outside. With an abusive boyfriend who doesn't take no for an answer and a new stranger who seems fascinated with her, Kate's life is changing in so many ways. This new stranger who seems to want nothing more then to protect her, crashes into her life and all she can do is let him; until she wants to return the favor and keep him safe but that could mean loosing her happiness forever.
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Kate Williamson is strong on the inside but sometimes she forgets to show it on the outside. With an abusive boyfriend who doesn't take no for an answer and a new stranger who seems fascinated with her, Kate's life is changing in so many ways. This new stranger who seems to want nothing more then to protect her, crashes into her life and all she can do is let him; until she wants to return the favor and keep him safe but that could mean loosing her happiness forever.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter one

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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I sit at the bar taking small sips of white wine. As I put the glass down a strong aching pain fills my wrist. I wince and frown at my already swollen and bruised wrist. This drink isn't strong enough…

 "Can I get a Manhattan?” I ask the bartender behind the bar. I see her nod and walk away. 

"Three glasses of wine and now a Manhattan? Wow, is someone having a bad night?" I turn and sitting three seats to my left is a man smirking at me. Who does he think he is, my dad?

"Excuse me?" I ask, giving him the dirtiest look possible but when I catch sight of his eyes I'm shocked by how beautiful they are. They are green-ish blue and almost… magical. It scares me how much they catch me off guard.

He smiles at me and grabs his glass filled with a dark liquid, I'm guessing whisky. Then moves next to me. 

"I'm just saying a pretty girl like you drinking in the bar alone.... it's an accident waiting to happen," he says giving me a sideways smile and shrugging his shoulders casually at me. Ew, what a creep, and why is he keeping count of how many drinks I'm drinking?

"Thank you, but I think I can take care of myself,” I say with my rudest smile. 

"If you say so," he adds. Ugh what an asshole. Leave me alone.

The bartender places my Manhattan in front of me but I suddenly feel too embarrassed to take a sip. I give a sideways glance at the very overbearing stranger sitting next to me.

"You gonna drink that?" He asks, nodding down at my drink.

"Maybe... if I feel like it," I say looking ahead of me and keeping my chin held high. I look over at him. I see a huge smile on his face showing all his perfect white teeth. He begins laughing and I can't help the shocked, but very mean look that plasters on my face. He really picked the wrong night to judge me.

"I'll take my check now, please," I say to the bartender.

"Wait, oh come on. I was just joking around,” he says trying but failing to contain his laughter.

"No, I should get going anyway,” I say as the bartender hands me my bill. Oh shit, I did drink three glasses of wine, I hadn't even noticed. Oh god, how am I gonna afford this? I look into my wallet. Crap only two twenties and two dollars. Now I remember why I never come to this bar. 

"You good?" A small voice asks coming from next to me. God, I'm really getting mad now. 

"Yes!" I snap as I bang my hands on the bar. I wince and grab my wrist. Ouch!

"Are you ok?” He asks standing up and grabbing my arm in a way that makes my whole body tingle. Woah, what was that? 

"Yes, I'm fine," I say as I rub my wrist. 

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking at my bruised wrist. Oh shit, what if he asks questions? I protectively cross my arms so he can't see my swollen wrist anymore. 

"Yes, please just leave me alone" 

"Do you need money?" he asks.

"No, I don't. I'm fine"

"Really?” He asks with a small smile. I flash him another dirty looks that kills his smile right away. “Here just take this" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two twenties.

"I don't need that much,” I say quietly as I look down. Jesus Christ, this is so humiliating. 

"Oh my god. Are you gonna take the money or not?” He sounds frustrated and tired of me all the sudden. Well the feeling is mutual. 

"Fine, fine" I sigh as I grab the money from his hand. I place the money he gave along with my two twenties underneath my full manhattan. I probably should have drank that; I feel bad wasting the money. 

"Thank you," I say turning to him and looking directly into his amazing eyes again. 

"Anytime,” he says, smiling at me. I stand and suddenly the three glasses of wine hit me. I grab the bar and let the dizziness take over. Woah, I need to get home. 

"Umm do you need help getting home?" he asks down to me. I'm yet again shocked by his attitude. He acts like we are friends, not complete strangers. Before I can tell him no, I'm caught off guard again when I see his perfect body that is hovering in front of me.

"No, I'm fine really. I have to go now," I say as I stumble away from the bar and head towards the door. 

I hear footsteps coming from behind me and I don't need to turn around to know it's him.

"If you won't let me give you a ride, at least let me walk you to your car” I inwardly groan. Can't he just leave me alone?

"Actually, I have to get to the bus stop," I say as he holds the door open for me. 

"What? Your taking the bus? That's not rea-” I cut him off. This needs to stop.

"Why do you give a shit? I mean seriously I don't even know your name and your here getting all up in my b-” He cuts me off this time.

"Tristan" 

"What?”

"Tristan, my name is Tristan"

"Tristan," I repeat. Uhh, of course that's his name.

"Are you gonna tell me your name?" He asks as we both continue walking. I stop again and look at him. Wow, he his very attractive. No, stop this now he's a creep; I tell myself.

"Kate" I say distractedly, trying to clear my mind of my lingering thoughts. 

"Katie?” he asks, stopping me again.

"No, it's actually Katherine"

"Katherine," he says sounding like he's testing the word. 

"I prefer Kate" 

"Ok, Kate then,”he says with a kind smile.

"Ok, well goodbye" I begin walking again. 

"Please, let me give you a ride home; you drank a lot and it's pretty late... and it seems that your wrist there isn't gonna help you very much if you do have to protect yourself” I stop walking again feeling defensive and caught all the sudden.

"I can't even believe you!" I'm yelling again. "Please, just leave me alone I'm not drunk, ok? And I can take care of myself. And if you're forgetting, I don't fucking know you!" 

"Ok, ok" he says, holding up his hands in a defensive way. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. I'm shocked by how mad this person makes me.

"Goodbye" I take one last steadying breath. 

"Goodbye, Kate" he says with a charming smile. I walk away before he can say anything else. 

Jeez what a terrible night and meeting that strange, beautiful man did not help to make it better. 

As I walk down the street to the bus stop I can't help but think about his amazing dirty brown hair, and his perfect body, and his teeth that- Stop! I can not be thinking about the creep at the bar like this.  

When I reach the bus stop, I pull out my phone from my purse and turn it back on. Oh shit, four missed calls from Rachel and a bunch of texts.

*where are you* 

*what the hell, Kate*

*did you get in another fight with Michael*

*please text me or call me back I'm worried*

Uhh I guess I better call her. I dial her and she answers right away.

"Rachel I'm sorry I-” She cuts me off right away. 

"What the hell kate! Where were you? Where are you?" She asks in her super mad but very concerned voice. So now I have a fake mom and dad worrying about me tonight, I think to myself. 

"Rachael you need to calm down. I'm fine, I just went to this bar and now I'm at the bus stop” I hear a long, relieved sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I just got scared when I came home and there was a broken glass on the floor," she says with a calmer voice. Uhh, now I have to deal with her and all her questions.

"I'm sorry. I dropped a glass and I completely forgot to pick it up"

"I know when you're not telling me something, Kate” I pause and try to think of something to say.

"Rachael, I gotta go. I'll see you soon and then we can talk," I say in a rushed voice when I see the bus coming. I don't want to talk about this over the phone anymore.

"Ok Kate, I'll see you soon," she says in a small, concerned voice. 

I get on the bus and immediately start thinking of lies that I can tell Rachel that I will end up feeling like crap about later. But it doesn't matter in the end, she knows when I'm not telling her something. How can I tell her though? How can I look her in the face and explain to her how weak I am? 

 


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