Miss Jackson

Chapter 47

I'm eating dinner with Delilah when all of the sudden my eyes are covered my something black and my hands tied behind my back.
"Delilah!!!" I shout. I get pulled off my chair by someone and I can hear Delilah screaming.
"No! Please!" She shouts. A strong force pulls me away, so I can't grab for her.
"Don't hurt her!" I scream. I get spun around and I can't hear Delilah anymore, my heart drops.
"What the fuck is going on!" I cry out. The next thing I feel is the crisp autumn air against my body and I shiver. I get shoved in to what I can only imagine is a murdee van and I cry out for help.
The drive is long and silent, no words are said between anyone, and I pray that left Delilah alone. If they only wanted to murder one of us, it should be me.
I feel myself get pulled out of the van and my feet hit pavement. I hear muffled music and as we walk it becomes clearer.
My body is greeted with warm air and my the smell of alcohol fills my nose. The music is loud and there are many voices, all having conversations of their own.
I get seated on a chair and the bag is taken off my head.
In front of me I see Dallon, Kenny, Spencer and Dan.
"Welcome to your bachelors party dude!" Dallon says to me as Dan comes around to untie me.
"What the fuck guys! I thought I was about to be murdered or that you killed Delilah." I stand up.
"Calm down, she was apart of it. Shes at home laughing it up. Its all in good fun" Spencer calms me. I look around and come to find-a strip club.
"I thought we were drinking and playing video games tonight" I argue.
"Well drinking yes, games...kind of. If you call getting a lap dance a game." Dallon jokes.
"I told Delilah-" I get cut off by Kenny.
"Enough about Delilah. She knows, she planned the whole thing with us. Besides, she gets you for the rest of your life. We want you for one night these strippers want you for one night. Just sit down, drink a beer and let the pretty girl dance on you"
"Fine." I grumple sitting down. I get handed a beer and I gulp it down.

"Lap dance for the groom over here!" A drunk Spencer calls pointing to me.
"No, I've already had 3..." I refuse.
"Youre getting married, you need it" he looks at me.
"Why are you more drunk than me?" I ask laughing.
"Cause you're prude" he spits, throwing back his 12th beer of the night.
"Seriously Spencer...I don't think you should be drinking this much, with your past and all" I stand up and walk towards him.
"Its fine...I know what I can handle" he shoves me away.
"Spenc...thats enough" I take his beer away.
"Who are you to tell me when to stop!" He shouts standing up. "You haven't been in my life for 6 years! When all you had to do was call me. It took your girlfriend 5 minutes!"
"Please don't start this" I warn, backing up.
"Why? Afraid of confrontation Urie" he stumbles.
"No-guys help me here" I look behind me, Dallon comes over and sits him down.
"Spencer...youve had enough. Lets call it a night. Big day tomorrow!" Dallon says the end loudly to rally the other two.
We get in the car and drive to the motel that theyre staying at and I pass out as soon as my head its the pilllow.