Wicked Games

Chapter 11: Abel - Rescue You

Chapter 11: Abel

"Why did you stop kissing my neck?" the blonde bimbo asked me, rubbing her hands up my thigh with aggression.

Because of the scene unfolding before me, that's why!

 I had known Maddie for four days. FOUR DAYS! It may not seem like a long time, but she's only known the paedophile for like, an hour! Not fucking even! So why does she think it's fucking okay to basically fuck the guy on the fucking dance floor?

Without even realising, I looked down, only to see I had dug my nails into my hand, causing red moon crescent shapes. I was mentally fuming at what was going on before my eyes. By this point, the mystery man forward slash psycho forward slash paedophile had led her to the male's restroom. Probably to make out, or some similar shit like that.

She looked a tiny bit reluctant to go, but she did anyway. Eh, it must have been a trick of the eye.

Sighing, I turned my attention back to the whiny bitch on my left. I knew I had to get my mind's attention away from Maddie, and onto something else. Miss. Polski would have to do for the time being.

I took a careless swig from my bottle of patron. Then, looking at the blonde bitch, I patted my legs, indicating I wanted her to sit on my lap. Once she crawled over to me, I began to snake my arm around her petite waist. Physically, I was with her.

Mentally?  I was somewhere else.

I couldn't begin to decipher what Maddie was doing with the dude. Images of tongues swirling together and hips being felt were beginning to cloud my brain. It could have all been happening at that moment, and as Hyghly had said before, I was doing nothing to stop it.

Eh, I'm alright. The last thing I needed is to an ass whooping because I tried to stop a make out session. Taking another swig of the patron, I began to feel my body relax. The bimbo was still on my lap, my crew by my side; everything cool.

Then, I began to think. Atleast find out if they're fucking or something. If they are, don't try to seek her love; she's taken. If not, then I've still got a chance.

I used the excuse of needing the rest room, got my bottle, and began to walk to the rest room. As I got closer to the rest room, I heard a faint deep sound, murmuring:

"Let's get this show on the road"

After that, I heard a low, yet innocent whimpering coming from a female.

What the actual?

Being careful and quiet, I opened the door of the rest room. Slowly creeping past the faucets, I came into contact with an open cubicle door. I saw the back of a strongly built man, pressed up firmly against a woman. In his hand was a sequin, turquoise dress, which had been slit open in the middle.

Sequin, turquoise dress.

Sequin, turquoise dress.

Quickly, my mind began to process this information together.

‘She decided to wear her hair down, wavy and slightly past her shoulders. Glancing slightly below, I realised she was wearing a mini, strapless turquoise sequin dress, bringing out her eyes, and slightly hugging her curves.’

Crap! Maddie was struggling in his clutches!

What the hell was the psycho planning? To rape her, or what? I wasn’t exactly sure, but I knew I wasn’t going to let him harm Maddie in any way. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

‘What should I do?’, I thought in my head. Call the cops? No, that would make me look like a pussy. Call the crew over? But by the time they come over, it would probably be too late. Take this monster on by myself? I may be 5’’8, but shit, might aswell try.

Not wanting to be heard, I crept into the cubicle quietly. Once I was sure I had a good aim, I lifted up my arm, right above the man’s head.

SMASH! was the last sound heard, as I hit the bottle of patron on his skull.

From the title, it was quite obvious Abel was going to rescue Maddie, wasn't it? :') Anyway, to the more serious stuff:

According to this, it's nearly been a month since I last updated. Me taking a long time to update may become more frequent in the coming months. I'm in my last year of High School, which means I will be sitting GCSE's in all of my subjects, soon. For you Americans, the GCSE is the equivalent of a High School Diploma/SAT/ACT. If I fail my GCSE's, I won't get accepted into college in a years' time. Therefore, I can't have any distractions such as Wattpad, and I have to study more frequently. I will still update, but just not as much. I hope you guys understand. Thank you. XOTWOD.

~Bela<3