Hidden (A Janoskians Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Knock Knock

I go to the door to see a man outside.

"Yes?"

"Miss, we have your small bag. You dropped it as you came up the elevator" he says.

"Oh, thank you." It's the small bag from that store. I wish they wouldn't have found it.

"Ah, perfect. We're going to the bar down stairs right now. You can change and then we will leave." He says.

"Great" I try to smile and sound as enthusiastic as possible. I really hate those clothes. I when I say hate , I mean HATE. (With all of my heart) As soon as he turns, my smile fades and I roll my eyes. I walk into the bathroom which is clean and pretty( well as pretty as a bathroom can get) and pull on the black shorts and lace top. Wow, I make myself want to hate me. I look so bad. *Hey, Alvalon, some slut called, she wants her clothes back* my subconscious says. I seriously hate her. Almost more then the outfit... No definetly the outfit. When Im done changing, I apply some more of my waterproof make up( which I must say is really hard to get off)

"Avalon, let's go. I gotta meet some people at the bar."

"Coming" I say as ai finish applying my lip gloss. I love how smooth it feels on my lips as i rub it in.

"Good, now lets go." He starts to rush out the door.

"Wait, my purse." I say.

"There's no time. Im gonna be late." He says and pulls my arm down the hall. My phone, my wallet, and my room key were in there. Now all I can do is trust Derek. I hope he doesn't blow up in my face. He really needs to get his anger under control. Maybe I should get him some consulling or something... What am I saying? Im seriously going crazy. 1 its not like we're married or planning to be 2 He wouldn't go even if I did and 3 he would blow up even more and it would just be a waste of time. What's the whole point anyway.

When we get to the bar, there is a long line.

"Great" I mutter.

"Come on. We don't have to wait in line." He pulls my hand till we get to the front where a huge body guard is.

"Can I help you?" He says in a deep tone.

"Ya, were here to see Paul." He says.

"Yes, of course."

"Who's..."

"Shhh!" Is all i get as a response.

"Take two lefts and a right " the large man says.

"Thanks" Derek mutters.

We walk into a crowded bar. It's hot and sweaty.

"Hey, Pretty Girl" a drunk man slurs behind me as Derek leads me through the crowd.

"Back off before I knock your brains out." Derek challenges.

"Chill, bro, didnt know she was yours."

"Well now you do do back the fuck off." He tenses up like when he does when he's about to fight. I see it and know emdiatly what to do. He has a short tempure and no one , when I say no one i mean NO ONE, should test it.

"Ok, god, no need to get all angry bout it. " he slurs.

" Derek, lets just..." Before u can finish im ushed to the ground behind him as he trows punches into the guys face. I try to pull him off, but im hit in the face with Derejs elbow as it cocks back for another punch. I fall to the ground, hands in face. Well I pull them back, there is blood on my hands. I feel so dizzy and nauseous it hurts. I just knock out cold right there because Derek can't keep his tempure.

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What do you guys think? Should it continue in a bar or should she wake up the next morning? This is one of the few times I want you to chose. Im so so so sooooo sorry it updated a whole week later. And it's so short. Well comment, vote, and tell your friends. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

ILY~ _electric_blue_

PS I didnt even read my updates so you guys could have one.