• BURN ME •

• 25

Hurt You

~ The Weeknd, Gesaffelstein

Snow

Flame told me that he wants to pick me up in about an hour and a half, which is why I'm sitting in the living room. I look between Nath and Luca, who are sitting next to me on the couch, playing some stupid video game. If they keep sliding nearer, they gonna sandwich me between them. The blonde looks at me, "Where are you going with Flame?" He asks me, "I'm watching Nacho's fight with him." I say bored, when will he finally show up? Luca looks at me seriously, "like Nacho's fight?" He asks an octave higher than usual, I shrug my shoulders, "Nacho is fighting today, nothing wild Da Vinci." I don't miss the brunette's worried look, Nath tilts his head. "Sounds illegal..." he whispers, I nod slightly. "Yeah it is... which means you two are gonna keep dead silence in front of Alessio, understand?" I ask, they both nod, right at that moment Alessio leans into the door frame of the living room, "What shouldn't they tell me?" He asks, I look at him, out of words for a moment. He's like the fucking Boogie man, when you speak about him, he is gonna appear a second later. "Oh, I'm just hanging out with Flame. And I thought you definitely didn't want to know, because of the rumors and stuff." I lie to him, Al looks at me and then nods. "Anyway, have fun, my boy, OK?" He says, I nod with a slight smile.

Al has gotten into the habit of calling his boy, and maybe, just maybe, I like it. In the last few weeks, Al has somehow turned into a father figure for me, sometimes I even catch myself wanting to call him Dad. "Thanks Al..." I whisper, the older one nods when a horn suddenly honks outside. I stand up, grinning, because I know its Flame. I say goodbye and leave the house. I walk towards Flame's SUV in silence, and again it's a different car. Like how many cars did this man have? I jump onto the passenger seat and look at him, the older one looks hot enough to be a model... again. I don't even ask how he always manages to look this good, fucking unfair if you ask me. He grins at me, and shows me his dimples and this fucking models teeth, "ready?" He asks, I nod, although I'm not so sure. Do I really want to know what this dubious factory is. Without saying anything else, Flame drives off.

The area we drive through becomes more and more run down with every passing minute. Where the fuck are we going? Looks like we gonna drive straight to hell, or not that straight, though. Flame stops in a parking lot that is already full, damn, where are we? This place looks like its right out of a scary movie, where's the psycho killer? We get out of the car and walk towards the bizarre factory, I get goosebumps. This building looks fucking hunted, Jesus Christ. Maybe I should start to pray, but I think the only higher force at this place is Satan. The closer we get to the entrance door, the louder the shouting and the humming of music gets. The fuck? What kind of sick fuck is going on in there? Flame calmly pulls me into the building, like he's some fucking Satanist, and I'm the sacrifice for tonight. I gulp, there are people everywhere. It's damn crowded, the lights are dimmed, and the walls are covered in graffiti. I feel uneasy, at least no one is walking around in a Cult robe. Flame quickly pulls me through the crowd and then up some old looking metal stairs. And I'm pretty sure, it's not the stairway to heaven.

To my surprise, the upper area looks like a big lounge. I look around and find Nacho beating a punching bag in a corner, well, I don't wanna switch places with the poor punching bag. Nacho looks like he wants to Slaughter the thing, and then chop it into pieces. He's probably doing this to warm up for the fight, my gaze falls onto some old looking sofas. They're definitely past their prime, but who am I to judge? Two dudes are sitting on one of the sofas, looking our way. I've never seen either of them, and also not the third one, who comes out of a room and throws himself on the same sofa. He lays his arms on the headrest of the sofa behind the other two dudes, he grins at Flame, and I can see the scar over his lips as we're getting closer to them. "Flame... who's that pretty boy?" he asks Flame. Flame pulls me over to the other sofa and sits down on it. Which I also do straight away. "This is Snow and keep your hands away from him, Draven. He's off-limits. He's my sister's Buddy and works at the club." Flame's serious tone and deep voice send goosebumps down my spine, fuck. Draven raises his hands in a placating manner. "Hey, I'm just asking. It's not every day that you bring someone so...pretty and petite. He doesn't fit in here, this place is not pretty, he shouldn't be here." he says before he licks his lips and then laugh, "his face is far too flawless. Almost like a porcelain doll. But I can look, right?" He asks. Wow, is he provoking Flame? Is this guy nuts? Flame next to me looks seriously at the other but says nothing, he just rolls his eyes. I swallow slightly. This mood is tearing up my insides and I find it hard to breath, this dude must be a gang member as well.