::Chapter VI::
::A Forceful Pick-up::
Katy rushed through the bushes trying to reach the house. Bushes scraped her knee, but she didn't care, getting stabbed is even better than what she was going through right now. Katy approached the window sill that was attached to her bedroom. Good, it's still open. That means Nick didn't find out. She climbed the tree and crawled toward her bedroom window. A figure blocked her entry. Nick?
"Hey Hon. How was your little walk?" It was him, Nick. I'm going to be screwed.
"Fine." I responded.
"Good. You enjoyed it. Don't worry sweetie, this will be the only time I will let it go." She was surprised but she had to go run off her damned mouth.
"Why? Did you think I would run away? But I wish I can run away from this hell hole." He raised his hand and striked her firmly across the cheek.
"You bitch, are you trying to ruin my mood? I've given you shelter for six fucking years and this is how you pay back?" He walked away and slammed the door behind him. Shucks. This is going to leave my face swollen for a week. Oh well, as long as I didn't get lashed about 20-40 times. And yes, he does that. You can still see the visible scars running across my back, even though I tried healing. I will never get a boyfriend. Not that I'm thinking of anyone specific.
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It was morning. Thankfully, Katy remembered to set my alarm to 7, so she didn't have to go through the pointless fighting with Nick's so called crew. She placed on a sleeveless black turtleneck, a pair of jeans and pulled on her worn pair of combat boots. Worn out from kicking butts though. When Katy reached the training field, everyone was lined up. How peculiar.
"Alright everyone. This will be your last combat practice before we release our attack." She assumed that this was Nick's grouchy morning voice.
"Yes, Alpha." What is this? Military style? And why the hell is this bastard called Alpha? You know, I have faced many weird things in my life, so I don't give a damn.
They started practicing while Katy tried out her defense maneuver.
"Great position you have there, Sweetie." Nick said while adjusting her lower arm a bit.
"Hey Nick." She replied annoyingly.
"Morning. Anyways, you are up on our little deal, right?" He asked while stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. A look of dissappointment overtook his face as his fingers slowly traced over the bluegreen bruise that formed on Katy's cheek after his little tantrum.
"Y-yes." She stuttered feeling surprised at his unknowing show of affection.
"If you choose to defy me in anyway, love, I will have your sister and her new found family killed before you can count to three. And for you my rose, I will imprison you in a dark, cold cage where you can never ever leave me. Understand?" Different kinds of emotion flickered in is eyes as he spoke. What happened to this man?
"I understand." She replied confidently.
"I hope you do, sweet cheeks." He said while leaving a feathered kiss on her cheek. It took her a while to process what had happened. After, she immediately wiped it off and went back to training. It was later than usual when they finished. Katy headed to her room to change out of her sweat soaked clothing. She took a steamy shower and changed into a Lacey black dress with heels to go with it. Lastnight, Gillian had called her and she had invited Katy to the nightclub where she worked in to catch up since they didn't have a chance last time. Katy 'borrowed' Nick's white lancer evo from the garage and drove it 2 miles outside of the city. She parked the car outside of the bar and stared up at the sign that shimmered 'Vita di Notte'.
She passed the bouncer who rose the velvet rope for and into the nightclub. The smell of sweat, smoke, the hot air, and the flashing lights assaulted her senses all at once. She felt a wave of nausea running over her. She knew she needed to get drunk, immediately.
“Hey Gilly.” Katy waved as she reached the bar and saw Gill working earnestly. She immediately looked up, spotting her. A bright smile took over her ruby red lips.
"Hey, girl. Ooh. Don't you look sexy tonight. Looking for a guy?" She asked while scanning me head to bottom.
"N-nooooo." I said while dragging the o's.
"Sure." She said while handing Katy a shot glass.
"Thanks. You always know what I need." Katy tilted her head back swallowing all of its content. She could feel her throat burning at its intensity. It's been a while since she had gotten drunk and she needed to forget about everything tonight,
"Yup." She said popping the P while handing a Tequila Sunrise Margarita to her. “It's on me, Kate.”
Katy sat down in a chair away from the counter, waiting for her to finish shift. She stared out the window and see little droplets of dew fogging up the glass while stirring the ice in her drink with a small metal spoon.
"Are the little water droplets, that interesting?" A guy asked Katy while seating himself the seat across her.
"Yeah they are. Want to try staring at them?" She asked hoping that he will find her weird and go away.
"Why would I stare at the drops when there's a gorgeous lady before my eyes?" He said making her comment into a comeback line. Katy gave him 'are you seriously thinking that's going to work?' look.
He chuckled deeply. "Why are you drinking in a place like this when there's a dance floor waiting for you? Care to dance?" Katy froze for a bit. She came here to enjoy herself and she should without wasting her time to think.
"Sure." She said confidently, grabbing his callused, warm hand. At the touch, a certain someone's face came into her mind. Was she that drunk?
"Come on, let's get moving, love." She snapped back to reality and followed him into the neon lighted dance floor. Women and men were hooked onto each other dancing, sweating and doing god knows what.
After a few minutes of dancing, he asked, “I'm thirsty. Want something to drink?” Her throat was dried and she was sweating in large amounts, so she nodded yes. She went and sat down on the previous spot. The man came back with two tall glasses filled with liquid. I drank a gulp and swallowed to find the drink to be Absinthe. Katy slammed the glass on the table and wiped her mouth. She knew her alcohol tolerance level was low and this wasn't helping at all.
"Should we get out of this place?" The man asked. Katy's mind was swirling. What the hell is happening?
"Are you okay, Baby? Come on. You can rest at my place." He hoisted her up roughly and pushed her toward the exit. Her dizzy vision searched among the bar counter for Gillian. She wasn't there. I guess she was coming off shift and was probably changing in the locker room. I'm screwed. Come on, Katy, you can resist the alcohol, girl. Just push him off and go into your car. They were outside the door when she heard a booming voice.
"Katy? Are you alright?" She turned to gaze at the owner of the voice but she was only met with a blurry image. She squirmed to reduce the pain of the man's grip.
“And you-” The voice spoke once again. “-may I know who you are?”
“Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.”
George Bernard Shaw
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Last Edited On: May 04, 2014
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