I grabbed the shot and smirked at Beth as we downed our tenth shot of the night. Or was it our eleventh?

"Babe, look who's here," Beth yelled, trying to be heard over the loud music of the club. I looked over in the direction of Beth's finger and glared when I saw Blake. He caught my glare and raised his eyebrow.

"Ass," I growled and looked behind him to see Mason, Oly, Erik, Tom, Carter, Joey, Noah, Dante and Eli. "Another," I said to the bartender and my empty shot glass was refilled. I threw my head back and winced when the liquid burned my throat. "Let's dance," I said to Beth and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the dance floor.

"What's up with you and Blake?" Beth asked.

"He's an ass, that's what," I growled.

"Yes, but you knew that," Beth pointed out.

"Less talking, more dancing," I scolded.

"Yes ma'am," Beth laughed and I rolled my eyes, letting the beat of the music take me away.

"You are looking fine in that dress, Dais." Mason's voice brought me back to reality and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you even think about touching me until you have showered in bleach," I warned and stepped away from Mason. "I think I can still smell her on you."

"Emma?" Mason laughed. "She was an easy bang, you can't blame me."

"Oh I can," I nodded. "Go find some other girl to harass, Mase."

"Such the killjoy," Mason rolled his eyes, but he walked off and was soon replaced by Tom.

"Thomas!" I said cheerfully and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Dance with me?"

"How are you feeling?" Tom asked as we swayed to the beat of the music.

"It's amazing how alcohol numbs everything," I said and saw Eli watching us over Tom's shoulder. "Why is Eli here when he has broken ribs?"

"You have a broken toe yet are wearing heels," Tom pointed out. "You can't talk."

"Touché," I giggled and Tom glanced over his shoulder and looked at Eli.

"I was surprised," Tom admitted. "You saved Eli's ass. I heard how you stopped him from getting waterboarded."

"Am I that much of a bitch?" I asked and Tom smirked.

"To Eli, yes."

"He also stood up for me," I said. "Are you shocked at that?"

"Of course not," Tom scoffed and I frowned.

"Why?"

Tom suddenly span me round and I gasped. "Want another drink?" Tom asked and I nodded.

"Such a gentleman," I said sarcastically.

"What do you want?"

"Surprise me," I grinned and Tom nodded and walked away, leaving me to dance.

A few minutes later I felt hands on my waist and I glared in front of me. "Blake, if you want to keep your hands then remove them from my waist," I said, trying to sound intimidating but failing due to my drunk state.

"Like you could take me on."

I frowned and turned round, looking up at Eli. "You're not Blake," I said and noticed how Eli's hands remained on my waist.

"So you're drunk enough to see straight," Eli said and I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You're pissed at Blake," Eli said into my ear.

"Good observational skills."

"I'm surprised he let you go through that," Eli said slowly and I started to sway my hips to the music.

"Explain?" I said.

"You've been through shit. You hate it here, yet he still let you get tortured," Eli said.

"Blake has never been very nice," I shrugged. "You share that in common."

"I would never sit back and watch you get tortured, princess," Eli snapped and I frowned, spinning round to face him.

"Unless my memory has failed me, do I recall you kicking me in the face? Or punching me-"

"That's different," Eli said and I stiffened when he raised his hand to my cheek. "How much makeup have you piled on and the bruises are still visible."

"Only when you look closely," I muttered.

"I would never electrocute you," Eli said. "I'd never practically drown you."

"I bet you wish you could," I scoffed and Eli smirked.

"The thought has crossed my mind," he said darkly and I rolled my eyes.

"You never answered my question earlier," I said.

"Which question?"

"Why did you tell Kent to stop? When he was going to electrocute me?" I asked.

"We've already discussed this, princess," Eli said and I grabbed his arm as he went to walk away.

"No, you're not leaving until you answer it," I said sternly and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I won't hesitate to hurt you."

"I don't doubt that," Eli said and sighed. "Kent is a dick, especially when he has a problem with you. We used to get along, but now we don't and he's vicious. I didn't want to watch you go through what he was going to put you through. I didn't want you to have to endure it."

"Your concern for me is heartwarming," I said sarcastically. "Thank you," I added quietly. "For, um... Trying, but I can handle a lot worse than that."

"Doesn't mean you should," Eli shrugged.

"Tell Blake that," I muttered. "What are you even doing here, Eli? You've got broken ribs, and you look like shit."

"You're one to talk," Eli scoffed. "They don't even hurt."

"You're mental," I said and rolled my eyes.

"Thanks," Eli said dryly as Tom approached us with a handful of drinks.

"For you, m'lady," he said dramatically and I laughed.

"Thanks Tom," I said and took the drink from him.

"I also got shots," Tom grinned and passed one to Eli and then to me. "Bottoms up!"

I looked at the foul substance and shrugged, lifting it to my lips and downing it. I shivered and coughed, making both Eli and Tom laugh at me.

"Shut up," I grumbled. "Go annoy someone else, you two."

"But I'm having so much fun with you," Eli said sarcastically and I stuck my middle finger up at him.

"Actually, I'm going for a fag," I said and walked past the two of them, pushed past the dancing bodies and finally made my way outside into the cool air. I stumbled down the pavement and leaned against a wall and let out a long breath.

Clubs were so damn sweaty.

Being alone made me realise how sore and utterly exhausted I was. It also made me realise how much I wanted to take my cigarette and force it down Kent's throat.

"Hey, baby."

I took a long puff of my cigarette and didn't even glance at the creep that had appeared next to me.

"Not interested," I said and inspected my nails.

"I said hey," the guy growled and I gasped when he grabbed my wrist. "Be a polite little girl and respond."

I looked up at the guy, he was about mid twenties, had a scruffy beard and reeked of alcohol. "Hands off," I said sternly and ripped my arm from his grasp and stepped back. "Leave me alone."

"Why you so rude, baby?" The guy asked and I stepped back again.

"I'm warning you, leave me alo-" I was cut off when I crashed into somebody and I span round to see three more guys. "Shit," I sighed and flicked my cigarette to the ground. "I'm doing you a favour when I tell you to leave me alone."

"But why would we leave a pretty little thing like you alone?" One of the guy said and smirked.

I stopped myself from gagging when eyes looked me up and down. "If you won't leave then I will," I shrugged and went to walk past them but one of the guys grabbed my arm and yanked me back. "Get off!" I snapped and threw my elbow up and hit the guy in the face. He yelled out in pain and I stepped back and punched him in the gut. I spun round to face one of the other guys that took a step towards me and smirked when I landed a kick to his stomach, thanking the Lord that I chose to wear heels. My drunkness meant that my aim wasn't perfect, but I was in the ballpark.

"You bitch!" The guy gasped and ran at me, I quickly jumped back, but stumbled slightly and had to grab a lamppost for support.

"I've got more where that came from," I warned and eyed the guys carefully.

"Look at her, putting up a fight," one of the guys sneered and I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt something cold appear on my neck.

"Stay still and I won't cut your throat out," the guy that first approached me growled and I stiffened.

"You don't know who the hell you're dealing with," I warned.

"I'm the one with the knife to your throat, so shut the hell up and walk, bitch," the guy snapped and roughly shoved me forward. I winced when the knife cut my throat slightly and I was suddenly shoved up against the wall.

"This is not my day," I sighed and I quickly threw my head back, hitting the guy in the face. I knocked his hand welding the knife away and turned round, punching him square in the face.

If I wasn't drunk I would have sent him flying to the ground unable to move, but I was very drunk and I didn't see the knife coming before it was too late.

I didn't scream, it didn't really hurt, but I felt the knife plunge into my stomach and my eyes widened in shock. I was then grabbed and dragged down into an alleyway.

I was shocked that I had let myself get stabbed by a bunch of drunk idiots.

"You stabbed her!" One of the guys gasped and my world was dazed when I was pushed into a wall and hit my head. I stumbled to stay upright, but my legs gave way and I fell to the ground.

"She's still useful," the guy shrugged and I yelled out when he straddled me and pushed my dress up.

"Get off!" I slurred and weakly pushed at him. I was seeing stars and my vision was starting to blur.

"Shut your mouth," the guy growled and grabbed the knife and twisted it deeper into my stomach.

This time I felt the pain. A strangled scream escaped my mouth and I carried on hitting the guy who wasn't fazed by my pathetic punches.

"Get off me!" I yelled. "Help! Somebody he-"

A grubby hand covered my mouth and I panicked when my thong was pulled down, thrashing around like a mad women and hoping someone was near to help.

"Dude, this isn't right," one of the guys said warily and my attacker glared at him. "Fuck off then, one of you grab her hands, keep her still!"

I fought harder when my wrists were pinned to the floor and I started to find it hard to breathe.

This couldn't be happening.

"Be a good girl and relax and this will be easier for you," the guy above me said with a sick smile and a tear slipped down my cheek when he pulled my thong down fully and his hand replaced my underwear.

I tried to scream, but his sweaty hand was firmly placed over my mouth and his weight was nearly crushing me so I couldn't move.

I started to cry when he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers. He smirked at me and I cried harder.

He was going to rape me then leave me to die.

I was starting to drift off now. I was sure I had lost a lot of blood and I went limp. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped that this was all a horrible dream, but it wasn't.

It felt like hours, but I'm sure it was just a few minutes. I would have thought that I would've fallen unconscious by now. I wish I did have, but I didn't. I may had been weak, light headed and nearly unconscious, but I was aware of everything this guy was doing.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and my arms were no longer being pinned to the ground. The guy was above me vanished and I had to blink a few times to focus on a figure shoving him up against a wall and beating the shit out of him.

"Daisy!" A panicked voice said and Joey appeared at my side, his eyes wide with fear. "Shit! What do I do? Oh my god, Daisy! Keep your eyes open-"

"Get out of the way!" A voice growled and Joey was barged to the side and I was greeted my familiar blonde hair and a moody expression.

"Trouble always manages to find you," Eli muttered and I was jolted away when he slapped my face slightly. "Don't you dare close your eyes, princess. Tom! Call the Agency. We need medical, now! Blake, just kill the guy and fucking help me!"

There was a loud scream and suddenly Blake was crouched down next to Eli. "Eli, you're better at this than me, what do we do?"

"There's nothing much we can do until medics arrive. Don't remove the knife, that is what is keeping her alive right now," Eli said and Blake felt my forward.

"She's burning up," he said and swore loudly.

"Daisy, look at me!" Eli said sternly and I heard the clicking of heels and Beth soon appeared.

"Oh my gosh," she gasped. "Daisy! What happened!"

Nobody answered Beth and soon we were surrounded by all of the guys.

"Oly, Erik, take the new guys home. No one is achieving anything by fucking standing here," Blake said sternly.

"I'm not leaving her!" Joey gasped.

"Yes you are," Eli said without looking at him.

"Beth, go with them," Blake ordered.

"No! She's my best friend!"

"You're just going to get in the way!" Blake scowled.

"Medics are on their way," Tom called.

"Daisy, keep your eyes open!" Eli snapped and I felt my eyelids get heavier.

"Tired," I murmured.

"I don't give a shit! Do you want to die, princess? Keep your goddamn eyes open!"

"I've called Rob and Adam," Mason said, his voice cracking.

"I won't die," I slurred. "Just a nap."

"Fucking hell," Blake growled. "Don't you dare, Daisy! You're strong, keep awake!"

"She might've been stronger if you didn't have her tortured earlier," Eli hissed.

"Don't fucking start on me, Reynolds," Blake growled.

"Twats," I coughed and I groaned in pain when I coughed more violently and blood splattered down my chin.

"Shit, where are the medics!" Blake yelled and soon the world faded, and not even Eli and Blake yelling at me to keep my eyes open could stop me from falling asleep.