HIGH

Chapter 5 Screwed

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At first, it was a gunshot. A loud bang that was somehow able to overcome the blaring music. This caused Zayn to turn around. He stood protectively in front of me. I didn't need to see his face to know he was searching for the source of the noise.

Then, it was another gunshot. People started screaming and yelling. Trying their best to escape the scene unscathed. There was a body lying on the floor. I tried to follow suit, only to be held firmly in place.

"Alec. We have unfinished business." Someone called.

"Fuck. Alright you're coming with me. You're to stay quiet; not a fucking peep. Get it? And I suggest you listen to me unless you want a fucking bullet through that dense head of yours." Zayn snarled. All I could do was nod.

As people cleared out of the room I was able to get a clearer view. There was a man surrounded by a bunch of other men who each held guns. The dead body was lying in front of the man who had asked for Alec. He was older than Zayn and seemed to hold more power over him. Zayn knew this as well.

"Who is that?" I whispered. Zayn shot me a warning look. I closed my mouth again.

The man scanned the room then rested his eyes on Zayn.

"Ah, Zayn. Good to see you, eh? Haven't seen your face in a while." He chuckled to himself.

"Yeah. Not really my type of crowd." Zayn's voice was tight and guarded. He was greatly outnumbered.

"I'm very sorry to hear that. Now look I'd love to catch up and chat but I really need to address some things with Alec."

"He isn't here at the moment."

"I see that. However, where one gang member goes, the others follow. If you're his second in command, which I'm assuming is still your title, Alec is here as well. Correct me if I'm wrong but just remember who has a gun." The man sneered. He had a bit of an accent himself. It wasn't like Zayn's. It was more of a formal accent.

Zayn quickly faced me. He reached into his pocket, pulling out an old looking flip phone. "I'm going to hand this to you. Press one and dial it. Don't hang it up until I say." He shoved the phone in my hand then stepped in front of me, concealing the phone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm being so rude to your friend!"

I flipped open the phone and followed Zayn's instructions. I could hear the ringing.

"I don't really think that's necessary. It's getting late." Zayn put on a smile. A voice on the other end of the line let out a swear.

"Hang it up." Zayn mumbled. I snapped it shut.

"Nonsense! I'm a man with a manners! Please, dear, tell me your name."

I remained silent. Partly because I was scared what Zayn would do to me if I spoke.

"Really, it doesn't matter. She's only a quick fuck. You don't need to waste your breath."

My hero.

The man grinned at Zayn then looked at me. He left his line of men and walked over to us.

"May I?" He asked Zayn.

Zayn shrugged and stepped aside. The man was now facing me. I could see him more clearly now. His face was older and sunken. I didn't like the way he looked at me.

"I'm sure Zayn has told you about me." He said confidently.

I shook my head.

The man looked at Zayn. "Well. That's sad to hear. I'll tell you myself."