Chapter 5

I stared out the window of Holly's car at the houses we passed in the suburbs. They were all large and similar to each other. My thoughts drifted back to the argument between both Holly and Ava. I was still confused as to what happened between the two of them.

The breeze blew through my hair, soothing me. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind but it kept popping up. I wouldn't have a piece of mind if I didn't get to the bottom of it. 

"What was that about back there?" I croaked out. 

Holly looked over at me with furrowed eyebrows. " What was that about?" 

She was trying to play dumb with me. She always did it whenever she was trying to dodge a question. 

"That thing between you and Ava."

"What happened between me and Ava?" She said her name as if it was bitter on her tongue. She clutched the steering wheel tight and picked up speed. I looked through the rear view mirror back at Ava that was trailing behind us in her brand new Porsche. 

"There is nothing between me and that girl." She laughed sardonically.

"Why do you guys hate each other so much?" 

She sighed and waited a few seconds before responding. " Don't forget she treated you horribly, Alles. She deserves to be hated."

"It sure doesn't seem like this is all about me. I am your best friend. You can tell me anything." I assured her. 

I was no fool to believe this was about me. They were both hiding something. 

"It's nothing you should worry about. This night is about you so make the best of it." 

She was closed off. She never enjoyed speaking about topics that were sensitive. I knew her that well. But how was this topic sensitive? What the hell is going on? My head felt like it was about to explode as millions of unanswered questions washed in. 

It sure didn't seem like nothing. Knowing my best friend, Holly, she was a damn tough nut to crack but she would probably open up to me about it at some point. 

The rest of the ride was silent and I didn't bother prolonging the topic. I was a bit upset that she refused to open up to me. I was an open book when it came to her. When we arrived at the club I removed my seat belt and peered over at Holly that was still clutching the steering wheel hard. I caressed her hand and she stiffened under my touch. 

"Whatever is bothering you just remember I am here for you."

I exited the car and closed the door. She did the same afterwards. I struggled to not break my legs in the heels my lovely sister was so generous to put me in. 

Ava joined us a few minutes later. She was wearing a tight black dress, smokey eye makeup and six inch heels which made her much taller than I was even though I was wearing the same heels as her. 

She held onto my hand and tugged me. She swayed her hips as she walked, making me look like a rookie in heels. In fact I was. When we exited the parking lot we were greeted by a massive crowd of angry customers waiting to gain access to the club. A muscular body guard secured the entrance with a frown on his face. 

Ava avoided the long line and approached the angry looking security. He immediately opened the entrance for the three of us. I gulped as I came into view with him and damn he was huge. He could probably knock down anyone with just a wave of his strong muscular arm. I have never seen a man with that much muscle before. I looked like a baby compared to his body size. He was four of me in one. I peeked back at him once before I was dragged into the club. 

The moment I entered the club, my heart beat accelerated. I was greeted by the smell of sweat, vomit and alcohol. The light flickered to many oriented colors like a disco ball. Music blared in the speakers loudly, almost defending.

We squeezed through the crowd of sweaty people grinding on each other towards the crowded bar. We all took a seat on a stool. 

I honestly wasn't sure what people saw amusing at parties. It was honestly a waste of time. Drinking was also not worth my time. I was not interested in filling my body with toxins. 

The bar tender approached with a sly grin across his face. 

He asked. "What can I get you ladies?"

"Three shots of tequila." Ava ordered. 

"I would like a glass of water." 

All three pairs of eyes landed on me. I sank further on the stool and avoided their watchful gaze. 

"I have never received an order like that before. I am sure I have a few bottles of water around the back." He slipped into a small room.

"You are having that shot of tequila with us." Ava wiggled her index finger at me. 

 "I don't intend on spilling the contents of my gut tonight." 

The bartender came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water. He handed it to me and I thanked him silently. I took a sip and faced the crowd of sweaty people grinding against each other. 

The thought of me rubbing up against sweaty people was very disturbing. I couldn't see myself doing it. 

Ava tapped my shoulder and handed me the shot glass. I looked down at the liquid and scrunched my nose. 

I faced the counter and shook my head. "I am not drinking this." 

"Come and live a little." Holly pleaded. "Don't ruin the fun." 

"Just this once." I gave in. "Don't even think of offering me another one."

I drowned down the bitter liquid. It burned my throat in the process. It was about three hours later and I lost count of the amount that I drank. I felt light headed. 

Holly and Ava were casually chatting with each other and giggling. Funny, I thought since they were chewing each other's heads off a few hours ago. 

We were handed another shot by the bartender. Ava drowned down her liquor and stole mine. I slapped her arm.

"I was going to drink that." My speech was slurred. "Bartender, another shot." 

"You are not having another one. You are wasted." She handed me the water. "Drink this."

She tugged Holly away and they both disappeared in the crowd of sweaty people. I was unable to comprehend what was taking place. My brain was moving rather slowly at the moment. I rested my head against the counter. 

I lifted my head when a hand rested on my thigh. I peeked up at an old man. He smiled creepily over at me. My skin crawled at his touch. His teeth resembled that of butter. His face filled with hair and a big round stomach. 

I removed his filthy hand as if it had burnt my skin. 

"What is a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?" He smiled revealing his yellow teeth. 

I rolled my eyes and sipped my water. When I refused to answer him he began to pest me further. 

"A woman as fine as you should have a man like me at your side."

He scooted a little closer to me and rested his hand against my thigh again. 

"Get your fucking hands off me."

"You heard the lady." I heard a strong voice. His voice reminded me of thunder. His accent stood out as he spoke. It was a Romanian accent. 

"Why don't you mind your fucking business." He spat out. 

"Because you are busy sticking your nose in others." He said and approached the man. 

The old bearded man stood up and walked closer to the Romanian accented man. He was no match for him with his physique much taller than him. 

I sipped my water and watched as a battle began to ensue between the two men. 

The taller Romanian accented man pushed the man to the side. He fell to the floor and another man similar to him picked him up and whispered in his ears. I watched as his eyes widened before they returned to their normal size. He scurried off immediately not meeting the Romanian accented man. 

"This is a dangerous place for a woman like you." He said. 

"This woman is able to take care of herself."

A bile rose in the back of my throat. I suddenly felt nauseous before I began to dry hump and ended up spilling my guts all over his shoes.

I looked up and met his gaze and my eyes went wide when I recognized his eyes. Those deep, dark and dangerous eyes. How could I ever forget them? They were engraved in my mind.