Strangers

vegas is the home of sin

I tried not to gasp as I saw the weapon that was threatening my best friend. I tried to stay quiet but the door shut in a dramatic pffft.

My body trembled when the light illuminated part of his face.

"Gianna! Fücking run!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, feeling my voice renovate in my chest. My drunken state was wavering; adrenaline and alcohol competing with each other.

Gianna stood there, shocked as I found myself yelling at her until she finally reacted and started to run towards me, but she tripped with her heels. She was a distance away from the exit. But the idiot didn't run forward. The exit we exited couldn't budge, meaning we had to use the front entrance to get in.

With trembled feet I ran to her aid, while the man inched toward us. Not even running. He was walking as if it was a sick game he knew we were going to lose. Gianna was drunk, and trying to get her up was such a struggle.

The alley was pitch black, my vision wasn't adjusting and I lost sight of the man. I took off Gianna's shoes as we ran to a light in a far distance, feeling the man was watching and following behind us. Fear was the only thing keeping the two of us alive to this point.

What the hell do you do when some creep is following you?

My only instinct was to run. Run. Run. We might of looked insane running on the streets, I clutching Gianna's hand as she staggers in her feet. Yeah. Imagine that. Gianna's barefoot and we're both in dresses running as if we're in some cocaine.

"S-st-stop. I c-can't anymore." Gianna took several breaths as we were four blocks away from the nightclub. I didn't even know where we were, but there was a near by pizza place so I took ourselves there, and ushered her to the bathrooms. The pizza guy smiled genuinely as if it wasn't the first time two girls walked in like that.

I splashed water in my face and looked at my physique. Holy moly did that just even happen?

"Should we call the police? Do we deport this stuff?" I questioned, gathering my breaths.

"N-No." Gianna's mascara was running, she was clearly terrified.

"He had a fücking knife to your neck! How can we not report this?"

"We're drunk. The police won't believe us. Things like this happen in clubs, Vienna. Let's just calm down. Why not eat a pizza?" I gave her are you fücking crazy?

I bit my lips in frustration and looked in the mirror, inhaling a deep breath.

"We are certainly not getting a pizza." I stressed. "We are going home. And no more partying. You're going to put your äss to sleep and we'll call it a night."

"Yes mother." I rolled my eyes as I grabbed her hand like the child she was behaving as. Worse than my middle schoolers.

The dim street light was the only source of light with many cars still active this late at night. I spotted a taxi and waved, and thanked God that the car stopped for us. It was the only way to get home anyhow.

"Thank you so much for stopping." I breathed to the driver. He seemed perky, a red head with an Irish hat.

"No worries, loves. Where shall we take the queens?" I smiled at his Irish accent and told him a near location to the apartments, not trusting everyone anymore.