Chapter 10 ~ Kidnapped

The dj keeps the vibe on in the room with his beats and good music pulsating through the speakers.

I keep dancing with Clara, throwing one or two jokes her way due to my already drunken state. Sophie had came to dance with us then left and now she's back again. She briefly complains about George's annoying friends making Clara secretly blush and I can't help but wonder if Sophie also knows about Clara's feelings for George.

She has to know, right?

Girls notice the little things and like pairing their brothers with their friends atimes. Just like Clara can do the same for her little brother.

I, on the other hand, can't relate. I do have a brother, but a step brother and I've never been that close to him because he attended a boarden school. And now, I still can't be close to him cause I'm far away from my family with an identity of my own, due to certain reasons.

The thought of my family after a long time, suddenly make my heart ache. I don't like thinking of it. I don't like thinking of them. I just don't want to think of the things that cause pain to my heart, anymore.

I suddenly feel the need to use the rest room, so I excuse myself from them and walk away with my liquor bottle. I haven't felt the need to leave it yet, even though I emptied it few minutes ago. I like the vibe it's giving to my dancing steps.

I open the door to the restroom and clumsily walk to one of the toilets. I empty my bladder and sit there for a while with dizzy eyes.

Finally regaining my senses that I need to get up and continue partying, I clean up and drop my gown. I then walk to the wash basin and wash my hands as I stare at myself in the mirror, laughing at how messed up my hair is and how drained I look.

I dry my hands as I move side to side according to the beat I can manage to hear from there. I walk out of the rest room only to come in contact with a hard body. I look up with my still dizzy eyes then I look down to scratch them. Looking back up, I blink my eyes at the man I just bumped into.

"You." I poke his chest. "I know you." I snicker. "Mr. Strange guy."

"Yeah. I know you too. Mrs. Don't flirt with me." He says the last part in a mimicking voice.

"Of course you do. I gave you a tough time down there."

"Not as much as my boss will be giving you from now hence forth."

"Your boss." I puff out my lips. "So you also have a boss?"

"I do."

"Oh, wow. At least you have a boss. At least you're employed and make money just like me." I open my mouth and widen my eyes now remembering Collins. "My ex didn't have a boss and he blamed me for it."

"How cruel." He said in a bored tone.

"Well..." I move closer to him and whisper. "...He was unemployed." I laugh, now realizing how funny it actually sounds. "It was a shaking something." I cough in between my laughs. "Employed. Unemployed. Employed. Unemployed." I laugh harder. "That was the last straw. It's unfortunate he blames me for his misfortune."

He chuckles. "It is."

"You don't have to tell me." I slowly end my laughter.

"You must enjoy talking to me."

"Nope. I enjoy talking to my best friend." I tap his shoulder. "She must be waiting." I move to walk away but he stops me by holding my right hand. I puff out my lips again as I look at his hands on mine, then up at his face. "No contact Mr. Strange guy." I move my index finger from side to side, trying to put on a stern look, even though I desperately want to laugh at my ridiculousness.

"Let me take you to your bestfriend."

"I certainly don't need your help. I know my way." I stagger.

"Not in this state."

"I came up here all by myself. Do you really think I'm that sloppy not to know my way back?" He ignores me and pulls me to walk behind him.

"Yes, I do."

I scoff. "You are...What's that word you used again?" I tap my index finger on my lip as I think of it.

"Cruel." He helps.

"Yes cruel. You're cruel. Your words are cruel."

"It doesn't matter."

"That's ridiculous." I roll my eyes. "It does. You live with you humans so it does matter. Except you are otherwise."

"I am."

I scoff in sheer excitement. "I knew it. The moment I saw you at the bar table." I walk faster so I can walk abreast him. "Tell me about your world Mr. strange guy." I snicker.

"You mean the world you live in?" We walk through the crowd and I struggle to keep up with the way he's pulling me behind him.

"Clara is at the other side."

"It's crowded in here. You don't expect her to still be there. She should have changed spot."

"No." I argue.

"It's a club."

"Duhh." I roll my eyes and keep walking behind him.

He opens the entrance door and walks outside, making me furrow my brows. "Now, Clara can't be outside. Can she." I say in a questioning tone.

"No."

"Where are you taking me to then?"

"Somewhere." He keeps pulling me behind him.

I struggle in his hold, not sure of going somewhere away from the club with a stranger.

"No. Take me back inside."

"Should I?" He turns his head to look at me with raised eyebrows and a smirk lingering in his lips.

Oh, how foolish of me to think he will. "Never mind." I use all my might to snap my hands out of his hold and start walking back to the club.

"I guess you like it the hard way then." I don't get to take more than five steps before he picks me up from the floor over his shoulder.

"Hey. You. Mr. Strange guy." I hit his back. "Drop me down right this moment." I say in a commanding, yet weak voice.

"I would. Just not now."

"Drop me down or I would...shit." I hold my head, trying to calm my headache. My dizzy eyes with the way he's carrying me upside down, is of no help to the effect the liquor is giving me. "I need to meet my bestfriend you idiot."

"Here you go." I hear the sound of a car door opening then he drops me inside. I brush my hair to the back and stare at him as he shuts the door and gets into another car who has four men dressed in black.

My eyes widen.

Are they Collins men?

Shit.

The smell of cigarette makes me turn my head to look at the old man sitting beside me.

Is he the 'new owner' Collins talked about?

He blows out the smoke, making me cough.

"Don't do that."

"So you're Janet Stewart."

"No. I'm Janet Johnson."

"David Stewart is your father."

"Was my father." I correct him, my eyes slowly shutting.

"That's funny. It's unfortunate if he's dead but he owes me a huge sum of money."

Oh, so this doesn't have to do with Collins.

Well, it's no different. Anything concerning my dad calls for trouble.

"Well sorry for your loss, but that's none of my business." I attempt to open the door, only to realize that it's been locked by that stranger. I huff, frustrated. I turn to look at him with narrow eyes. "Let me out." I say with little to no strength to fight. "Who are you?"

"I'm Carlo Gigante." He smokes. "Nice to meet you." He stretches his hand out to me with a dangerous smirk on his face.

I look at his hand then at him and roll my eyes, ignoring his outstretched hands. "Whatever." I rest my head against the window, tired.

It doesn't take long before my eyes shut close. Totally clueless on what's going on or where I'm going to.

What a great time I had at the club.