The Refugees

Chapter 29: Savannah

Edited

For a few hours, I laze around in my room alone. Amber has been busy cleaning her weapons and for a while was talking to my father about something I wasn't permitted to know for some odd reason. But where is Ash and Declan? I'm so damn bored. I go to the window and look out trying to find anything there. Just grass, vegetation and a few other houses.

Doesn't look like there's anything fun out there.

Ughh, I'm leaving.

I get out taking the key with me. As I leave, the hotel I see the night sky starting to form. It's getting dark, where are they? Where could they be? I look around for about 20 minutes in every cafe and shop avoiding the bars where all the drunkards are.

What if they're in there? What if Ash is in there?

I look around cautiously. I go in the first one looking around. I get sneers and pervy glances my way and try to ignore them as best I can although they make me very uncomfortable. I go upstairs and I recognize immediately Ash's back and dark brown hair. An older fat man looks my way and instantly gets up towards me, I try to move out of his way in case I'm preventing him from getting to the staircase but no, he's after me.

"What would a lovely girl like you be doing here?" He asks smirking.

His eyes are partially red and he's sweating profusely. I flinch as his cold moist hands grip my wrist.

"Want to have fun with us?" He says dragging to me to his group of older friends.

I'm grossed out enough by him and his sweaty hand holding me, but going towards is out of question. I try to force my way out but he turns to frown at me and his hold on me gets tighter. It hurts.

"Ow!" I yelp sharply.

"Just come with us, Dearie." he urges relentlessly.

"No, I need to go get my friend." I tell him trying to get out of his grasp.

He pulls me harder and I have enough.

"Ash!" I yell out and instantly his head snaps my way. He looks a little confused before understanding the situation and he makes his way towards us.

"What are you doing here?" He questions me, obviously angry.

He sees the man holding me, still not letting go of me in his presence.

"Come on, Dearie! We'll have fun here." He still tries, pulling me away from safety.

"Let go of her." Ash says sternly.

"No, I found her first, she's mine." He argues like a little child.

Ash's patience is clearly not impressive because he punches him in the face, dragging me away.

"Did you have to punch him?" I ask him.

"Would you have preferred I cut your hand off? His hand was practically superglued to you. He wouldn't let you go. Why are you even here?"

"I should be asking you that!" I reply sternly. "I came looking for you!"

"Well you found me. Go back, now." He says sternly.

He goes to sit where he was before and realize it's Declan next to him. I head over to him ready to tell him off. They both hold bottles of alcohol. I mean they're in a bar it's inevitable that they would have alcohol but being faced with it just before does send shock waves through me.

"What were you thinking coming in here alone? What if I wasn't here for you?" Ash growls at me harshly, his brows furrowed.

I bite my lip.