savior ≫ z.m. [completed]

6

"Miss?" The taxi driver says as I get out.

"Yeah?" I hand him the money and he looks at me seriously.

"Be careful."

I nod. I've never been here before, In fact, I’ve never wanted to be within a block of this place.

The bar is an old brick building that used to be a salon. When the owner moved out of town, nobody bothered with it, so I guess someone decided to make it a hardcore bar.

The sides of the building are trashed with obscene graffiti, cigarette butts vaguely resembling a mountain near the entrance. A faded wooden sign above the door reads, Tenth Hour Bar and Hangout.

The moment I walk in, I regret ever thinking about coming to a place like this to save my brother’s drunk ass.

The air is thick with cigarette smoke, blinding me and almost suffocating me at the same time. People are yelling and shouting, and in one corner I see two men fighting. One of them looks suspiciously familiar, but I shake it off. Nobody I know would come to this place, except for my brother, of course.

“WOOOHOOOOOOO!” a shout comes from across the room. I recognize my brother’s obnoxious voice, and I beeline over to the sound.

He’s surrounded by a group of sketchy looking people, and when I see Jake, I nearly pass out.

Within the past couple years of not seeing him, I never expected him to become like this. He had a buzz cut, and arms full of tattoos. He was wearing a dirty white muscle tee with sagging jeans and high tops.

You can almost feel the aura of douchebag when you’re around him.

“Jake,” I shout, maybe a little too loud.

That wasn’t very smart of me.

They turn around to look at me, and my blood runs cold. Jake looks up and raises his eyebrows, but says nothing.

“Who’s this chick?” a muscular guy with tattoos on every square inch of his body says.

“Man, she’s a hot one,” another short bald guy says, eyeing me in a creepy way. I glare at Jake, only to realize he passed out.

All six of them stand up and start to walk towards me, and I panic.

“Jake, come on, we need to go,” I scream. Another one of them laughs and before I know it, they’re crowded around me, looking at me with a glint in their eyes that I don’t like one bit.

Suddenly, one of them grabs my arms and the others start to back me into a wall. I try to scream but one of them cups their disgusting hand over my mouth.

“We’re gonna have a ton of fun with this one,” One says and they all laugh.

“Hardy? Guys? What the fuck are you doing?” a familiar voice says. The men disperse immediately and to my surprise, I see Zayn.

“Zayn,” I say with a sigh of relief. I rush up to him and the six men look confused.

“She’s with me,” he says to the men roughly and they back down. I spot my brother, still passed out on the table, and without thinking I rush over to him and kick him in the balls. He jolts up and falls to the ground in pain.

“What the HELL was that?” he yells once he sees it was me who committed the painful crime.  

“Are you kidding me? You go home to see mom, who almost died may I add, you call 911, and then just decide go to a bar?” I shout back.

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you? Calm it,” he says, rubbing his head.

“We’re going to the hospital, and we’re going to see how mom is doing,” I say while grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the bar. I see Zayn, staring at me curiously.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” I say as I walk past him. Jake shakes my arm off of him and walks out the bar, suspiciously, walking completely straight like a normal human being.

“Aren’t you drunk?”

“You’ll be surprised at what a swift kick in the balls from your loving little sister can do,” he growls. I hail another taxi and we get in hastily, the car speeding away towards the hospital.