Mrs. Maybe Not

Chapter 6

-=+=- Pic of Ashley -=+=-

"Brittney! Help!" James yells using me as a shield against the security.

"You know him?" The security asks, no longer trying to run after James.

I look over at James and sigh, "Barely. Could we take this somewhere less public, please?"

The security guard nods, "Follow me. And bring the boy."

I grab James by the hood of his jacket and drag him along. "What the hell did you do to get dragged into the security office?" I ask James when we reach the room.

The security guard laughs, "Mr. Hotshot over here was caught shoplifting. I can't go into full details unless his guardian is here. And I can't release him unless his guardian comes to pick him up."

I turn to James, "Better call your brother then."

The security guard laughs and passes James the phone. James stares at it for a second and then throws it just above the security guards head.

"Rot in Hell, you b*stard." James hisses at the guard.

"I'll go get his brother, I'm sorry." I say to the guard. "James where is he?"

"F*cking bar where he's turning into our father every second." James laughs, "He won't come."

I roll my eyes, "Watch Kenzie, I'll be right back."

I take off towards the nearest exit and then look around. Where could it possibly be? This mall was one of those smaller malls, and if Brandon had just walked to the bar it must have been close to the mall.

Starting to walk around the mall, I spot the bar across the parking lot. I sigh and walk towards it, hoping Brandon wouldn't be too drunk.

The second the door opens, I'm overwhelmed with the smell of beer and B.O.

I search the front, and sigh when I can't find Brandon. Making my way to the back, I walk past a group of older men in maybe their late 30's. They all turn their heads towards me and one, who's missing a few teeth, smiles at me.

"Where you going beautiful?" He asks, as he grabs my wrist.

As I try and pull away from him, I reply, "Looking for my friend. That's all."

"Sit and stay awhile." He laughs, pulling me onto his lap.

"That's not a great idea. I'm just trying to find my friend so we can get going. It's kinda important."

The whole table laughs, "Darling, sit and behave now." He whispers into my ear.

"Please just let me go." I hiss and try to get out of his grip.

"William, wait here and get the tab. I'm gonna go put miss feisty in the car, so we can have fun at home." The guy holding me says, winking.

I start screaming to try and get someone's attention, but his hand quickly covers my mouth.

"This will be fun darling." He whispers to me, picking me up and taking me outside.

I bite his hand as he tries to shove me into the car, and my knee goes into his crouch. "Help! Somebody help me!"

"Shut up!" He screams back and tries to grab me, but I start throwing my arms everywhere.

His fist comes and I brace myself for the impact closing my eyes. I open one eye to see Brandon holding the guy's fist and punching him in the gut.

"Brandon, stop!" I yell grabbing him around his waist.

He hits the guy once more, and the guy falls to the ground.