Such a Good Girl | the original

21 | hell on earth

Gabriel was now driving a car, very upset by the way his father's wife spoke to me. Apparently, she was the one I insulted and she cried to her husband. Gabriel didn't want to take anyone's bullshit for three reasons.

He dressed me.

He calls me his best friend.

He's more feminist than most women.

Plus, he saw me shed a few tears in the restroom and yanked me out of his dad's house into a car. I didn't ask any questions, as he sped through the empty streets. I think he calmed down, due to the car slowing down.

"When we get there, stay next to me okay?" he said, and my eyebrows came to connect when I heard his voice laced with pleading.

"Why?" I asked, and he sighed looking over at me for a slight second before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Some of the men are known for being the nastiest womanizers and I just don't want them to play any games with you, okay?" he explained, and I nodded my head. Any other person would think Gabriel has feelings for me, but little did they know.

Gabriel doesn't fantasize about girls kissing him, but boys.

We pulled up to a crowded street, and I could hear the music from inside the club through the walls. A long line was created outside the club, and I craned my neck, seeing a huge skyscraper. Gabriel was quick to drag me along with him, skipping the entire line.

A lot of people were yelling at us, and Gabriel ignored all of them walking straight up to the big piece of man. "ID?" the bouncer asked, and Gabriel chuckled, handing the bouncer his driving license.

"Mr. Addington, I couldn't recognize them. Come in," the bouncer quickly said, moving to the side so that we could get in. I walked behind Gabriel, my heels clicking against the floor as I stared at the entrance in awe.

"Remember what I told you Violette. Don't drink too much, don't have sex with random men for pills, and do not agree to go to the VIP lounge with anyone, understood?"

I rolled my eyes, feeling like a little girl. Nodding my head, he smirked and leaned down to my ear as we slowly opened the door for me. "Welcome to hell on earth," he whispered, and my jaw dropped.

Pole dancers, smoke, lights, music and so much more was happening all at once. I was flabbergasted when I saw all the people dancing against each other. Men rubbing on men, women on women, & men on women.

"I'll be right back," Gabriel said looking up at the window that seemed like the VIP lounge.

"No way, have you not seen the movies? The guy leaves the girl and she either gets kidnapped or raped. You're not leaving me alone here!" I exclaimed before he could get to run away. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he dragged me along with him.

I ran behind him, trying to catch up with his fast pace. He walked us over to the bar and sat me down on a barstool. "Elijah!" Gabriel yelled, and a tall black man jumped up standing behind the bar.

He was wearing a durag, and his eyes were crystal blue. He's the prettiest human I've ever seen. "Can you watch my friend while I go up to the others?" he asked, and Elijah nodded his head instantly.

Elijah smiled down at me, his teeth pearly and straight. "Anything to drink?" he asked me, and I nodded my head like a puppy getting offered a snack. Gabriel said not to drink too much, not that I couldn't drink at all.

"Tequila shot, please," I ordered, smiling politely and he nodded his head, pouring the shot up for me. Taking the shot in my hand, I gulped it down, throwing my head back. I cringed as the strong alcohol rolled down my throat.

I would need at least four more if I wanted to have fun. So that's what I did. Five shots later, and my words were blurring, my head spinning. I smiled at Elijah, who looked much more ravishing than he did five shots ago.

"I'm dancing, now bye!" I slurred, not even sure if the poor bartender understood a word I was letting out. He gave me a comforting smile, as he watched me back into the dancefloor. I kept backing up until my back hit a dead end.

Feeling a pair of arms on my waist, I inhaled the scent which seemed oddly familiar. It smelled like home. A smell I could recognize almost everywhere. Maybe it was because I was drunk, but I was one hundred percent sure it was-

"Violette," the voice of a man whispered in my ear, and I think creamed in my thong right there.

"Nikolas, hi!" I said, kind of disappointed. I knew I wasn't going to see him again, but sometimes, for brief moments, my body lingers after his praises, kisses, & coos. It was stupid, seeing it as I was the one that lied saying I didn't feel anything towards him and walked away.

I scolded myself for it, the first few months. Leaving him to think I hated him, but after a while, I stopped feeling bad for myself. Let me rephrase that; I got addicted to Xanax. Lots and lots of it. I was basically a homeless druggie, until my guardian angel, Gabriel Addington saved me.

"What are you doing here?" he yelled over the loud music, and I was pulled back to reality still drunk.

"I came here with my plus one!" I screamed, and he was taken aback by my intoxicated behavior but covered it up with a laugh.

"Oh, okay! Wanna' dance?" he asked me, and I remembered Gabriel's words.

Don't drink too much, don't have sex with random men for pills, and do not agree to go to the VIP lounge with anyone.

I don't remember him saying I couldn't dance with anyone. And Nikolas seemed like a good guy! Nodding my head, he extended his arm and I put my hand in his, letting him lead us out to the dancefloor.

I recognized the song immediately, as I had, had a lot of sex imagines to it in my bed. Not thinking of anyone specifically.

Liar.

Shut it!

The song was slowed down to perfection, and my hips swayed to the rhythm of the song. Little did I know, Nikolas would press himself up against my behind, making me feel his growing erection.

Bodies against bodies, the air became heavy as the odor of sweat and booze filled my nostrils. "Want something to drink?" I heard Nikolas yell over the music, and I nodded my head as I had come to realize how parched my throat is.

He walked away, and I instantly felt another pair of hands on my hips. These were rougher and dug harder into my sides as they pressed me up against the owner of the hand's lower abdomen.

It was a man, definitely. I just didn't know who, exactly. The rough hands were replaced with a pair of soft hands, again and I knew Nikolas was back. I turned around and saw Nikolas with one drink in his hand, the other one in another man's hand.

His fingers were tattooed and ringed. His hair was slicked back to perfection, and his beard was shaven to supremacy. Nikolas handed me a glass filled with brown liquor and cheered, before gulping his drink down.

I did the same and instantly felt dizzy. My sight got blurry, and my words slurred. I looked at Nikolas, who looked at the big other man standing next to him. Without knowing it, I was in a pair of arms getting carried out of the club.

So much for my guardian angel, Gabriel!

"Axel, be careful with her. We don't want the leader of the Snape's hurt. Let the boss do that," Nikolas said, and I instantly frowned trying my best to stay alive.

They think I'm Esmeralda!

Think, Violette!

"I'm not...it's not...I'm Violette..." I said feeling the darkness slowly consume me.

"That's the worst cover name I've ever heard," the man carrying me said. Axel, I guess. I wanted to scream, and cuss them out but before I knew it, I was trapped in my mind, nothing to company but the voices of Nikolas & Axel.

My two kidnappers. I guess this is a movie after all!