The Storm Inside Me.

18. Nightclub.

A girl was giving a guy a blowjob in the back of the toilet.

Macau smoked  some kind of "magic herbs", as he said...
     Tin was terrified and he kept stalking Chay everywhere, looking like a lost puppy.

"Can't we leave, please, please, na na ?" the latter whined.

But Macau was having fun, he was totally in his element. People were smoking and drinking and fucking... What the fuck ?!?

Porchay frowned, he hadn't expected to see so much obscenity. Drunk guys were fighting in a corner, couples were touching each other in the dark. It was worse than a huge brothel and Chay felt out of place. He wanted to go home !

"Macau!"

Porchay tried to snatch the beer from the young boy's mouth, he began to shout, because the music was too loud:

'' WE'RE GOING! LET'S GO HOME OK ?! "

But the young Theerapanyakul was already too drunk to be aware of what was going on and a guy bumped into Macau who fell on Porchay and the latter cut his hand, because some idiot had burst a beer on the ground.

"... OUTCH FUCK !" Porchay's hand was bleeding.

"Chay !! Are you okay?''

Tin tried to help the young boy by picking up Macau, but Macau suddenly started convulsing and he vomited on Porchay.

"Wow!" Porchay backed off, but he got vomit on his black Converse.

Tin yelled at Macau, he called a taxi and as the three friends waited outside to finally leave the club, at one o'clock in the morning, a loud voice sounded behind Chay.

"YOU !!! COME HERE, HEH KIDDO, you asshole!" An older, tattooed man approached Macau, but Macau couldn't stand up and clung to Tin.

The man looked like a biker, he had a huge scar on his bald head, a toothless smile and a white beard filled with cigarette smoke. The man smelled of alcohol and he was much bigger than the three kids.

"You bastard, you messed up my pair of shoes! FUCKING JERK"

The man raised his fists but Porchay immediately intervened, under Tin's panicked gaze.

"We're sorry, he's drunk, I apologize in his place! I am so sorry, we are leaving..." Chay tried to soothe the man but the latter's face turned blood red and he yelled again.

"I DON'T CARE, I WILL FUCKING BEAT YOUR ASS, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT..."

The Drunk Man tried to hit Porchay again, but a much smaller person got in the way, Porchay backed up with a good and he recognized a familiar face:

"P'Anon!"

He had been Kimhan's assigned bodyguard for years. The guard glared at the man and confidently pulled out a small, discreet gun and pointed it directly at the man.

"Khun, I'm sorry, but my young master is not a person you have the right to touch."

The man stepped back, he spat on the ground in disgust, he didn't look impressed at all.

"Who are you poor bastard? Especially to dare to point a gun at the most feared gang leader in the neighborhood?"

Bikers swarmed behind the man and Porchay's heart quivered, Tin screamed in fear and Macau vomited again.
    But a black car came down the street, lighting everyone up and Kinn, Porsche, Vegas, Pete and Kimhan were there.

"Macau!"

Pete rushed straight at the drunken young man and Vegas glared at his brother.

     Kimhan grabbed Porchay, he threw the young boy almost behind him with violence. Kinn tried to calm things down by raising his hands, he spoke in his authoritative boss voice, and Porsche was at his side, ready to pounce on anyone who dared touch Kinn.

"P'Kim" Chay breathed, the young boy panicked, the crowd was also curious, the customers of the club looked towards them. "P'Kim, it was Macau's fault, he threw up everywhere..."

"Dirty" scolded Vegas, nudging his brother friendly and Pete glared at him.

"The kid is right" hissed the leader of the bikers, he was looking more and more threatening. '' I will fucking kick your ass..."

Kimhan was tense, there were several guards around them and Porchay kept getting pushed away. He clenched his fists, Kim refused to listen to him and Kimhan looked angry, very angry. Now Porchay didn't know what he feared the most : that drunk bastard or Kimhan Theerapanyakul's anger.

Kinn growled again, supported by the voice of Porsche:

"Stand back and go!"

"We can leave it this way for the night, please go back inside."  hissed Anon, his gun still pointed at the man.

A biker rumbled his engine with a fat laugh and he advanced to Porsche before threatening to run him over, making the latter scream with rage.

''HIA!' Porchay tried to approach, but Kim pushed him so hard that he fell and he cried out again in pain.

"Nong Chay" Pete tried to hug the second boy but Macau was heavy. "Vegas, hold your brother."

But Vegas had his eyes glued to the tense stage before them.

"Pete, take Porchay away from here."

Porsche looked at Kimhan and the two nodded, they agreed on one thing: Porchay's safety came first.

Kinn had stepped back, forcing Porsche to hide behind him. Vegas finally approached and began to applaud before bursting into a cruel laugh:

'' Here, poor you, my brother threw up on your shoes huh? Such a pity... "
With a provocative gesture, Vegas spat on the man's shoes and he pulled his gun from his belt, pointing it straight at the man.

The bikers revved their engines and the fight exploded.... Porchay found himself with a bloody hand, his eyes were burning with fatigue, and above all he had started to run in the direction of Kim but he got lost in a dark, isolated street, in the direction of a field.

"P'Kim!!!! "

" Aren't you one of those bastard?! "

A biker was facing Chay, he looked pretty strong and he started to laugh.

" Let's have some fun, sweetie."

The man approached Chay and the young boy screamed again. He never thought that the night would ended in such a terrible way.