Glass [ENG]

25.1. Scars

They both watched the scene unfold in front of them with the shivers passing through their bodies, straightening the hair on their necks and hands. Three girls, each in a different mood. You only had to look at the mixture of confusion, horror and satisfaction on those faces to understand that the fight took place behind the backs of the four.

The results of that fight could have been much worse.

Britt had an image in her head of gray eyes hiding all the secrets of the world. She remembered the little nod she got on her first day at the bar. That's it. She'd been getting those nods for weeks. If not for her friends, it was possible that she would never have known what was hidden behind the gray hair, the chill beating from her posture and the neutral, lower tone of voice.

She still did not know most of the secrets behind the mask, which did not change the attachment that arose over this inconspicuous period of time. She saw all the little things, she knew the moments when Glass, or rather Georgia, intervened, bringing a solution. Fully conscious or less.

At that moment, in the middle of the club, she felt the blood drain from her face, and all hope evaporate in the hot air.

If it hadn't been for Kendrick breaking their silence, the girl would probably have started a string of meaningless doubts under her nose, only getting more emotional. He gave her a look she couldn't interpret. She wasn't sure if he was determined or angry. He put his hand on Britt's shoulder, which brought her momentary comfort.

"Let's split up."

That definitely reversed the hand effect. She frowned, but Kendrick continued, not noticing, or not wanting to notice her reaction.

"You watch what they do, I'll look for Georgia," he pronounced the name with strange ease.

Britt stopped thinking about the meaning of the situation and just nodded to her waiting friend. Only then did she notice how tense she had been until now. Both of them. With her answer, the boy took a short breath, and then smoothly moved in the direction from which the blonde girl came, remaining partly in the dancing crowd and thus being out of sight of any of the three girls.

When he finally disappeared from her sight, Britt took out her phone, ready for any signal. From anyone. Out of idleness, she began to look around for people, hoping to find gray hair somewhere there. She wanted so badly for it to be over and for Glass to be found safe and sound.

She'd got her eyes set on three girls she didn't know. Almost strangers. Watching them, she wondered what she didn't know. Why were they sitting so still at the bar? Why was the red-haired girl so pleased with the blood-stained hand? Why did it satisfy her at  a l l?

If they apparently already got what they wanted, why were they still at the club?

She understood the second she asked herself that question.

They were guarding something.

Hitting the phone against her palm, she bit her lip and felt a flame of hope rise in her chest. Of a solution. Of course, they couldn't leave. They were on the lookout. They were spreading fire. The fight was still on. They didn't do anything because all they had to do was make sure the fire didn't go out prematurely.

So, the only way they could put out that fire was to do it behind the arsonists' backs or... distract them in any way.

Britt stopped tapping her phone momentarily, looking at its screen. She unlocked the device and started typing a message with her fingers twitching with emotion.

'Do you have any idea how to get them out of the club?'

After sending a text to Valentia, she waited less than ten seconds to see her reply.

'I have one.'

And for a long moment, nothing happened, until finally Rita picked up her phone from the counter. She read something on the screen, and Britt could have sworn that the girl went pale as the wall when she was completely covered in the light of the pixels. She poked the girl next to her and showed her a text. In the blatantly cold, white light, it was easy to see how Glass's cousin's face turned from satisfaction to pure annoyance, and then into a hollow, echoing mocking smile. She even sniggered, artificially amused.

She said something to the other two confused girls, heading for the exit at a lightning pace. Rita and the blonde girl followed her, forced to speed up.

After that reaction, Britt could only guess what was in that text.

Regardless of its content, the plan was successful, which she quickly typed on the keyboard of the phone and sent in a message to a friend. She hid her phone, starting her own search.

They had very little time to put out the fire.