The club was bouncing. Literally. Bodies were crammed into the dance floor and lights flashed all around. The bar area was full, a big long line had formed of people wanting to buy drinks from themselves or to get in a round for mates. At the side of the dancefloor were booths, which were packed full of people.This has got to be one of the busiest clubs in the area. Lots of people were just stood around, kissing and God knows what else in the toilets drugs and sex for sure.
Miles is shouting above the ridiculously loud music to me, we're waiting in line to get in a round for the lads. They have some how managed to find an available booth for us all to sit in "Hey Alex, I'm pretty sure I recognise this club from somewhere". "Yes Miles it's the one that you got kicked out from yesterday, so you better hope that they don't remember you". We are approximately 2 people away from the front of the line, thank God. Finally, we get served and we manage to get to the booth that the lads are sat at, we arrive with the drinks quite successfully. I sit near the entrance of the booth as usual, I hate to be crammed in. Miles is basically sat on my knee, but the Monkeys don't bother to say anything they are to focused on getting hammered. I stare into space and wish that I was anywhere but here, right now. I can feel Miles fastly slipping away from been sober, and who would have to deal with him then? Me of corse, because that's what I do. I mean they could at least play some decent music, if they are going to play it that loud. Oh how I long to be sat in my room with just my record player, playing softly! Not this pile of shite, that I haven't even heard of!
I squish up to Alex, who has been really quiet the whole night, more so than usual. I occasionally, join in with the other Monkeys laughter and jokes but it's not the same without Alexs' contributions. Maybe he is still mad about the other night, I hope not. The night drags on and we have drank far too much, and i don't know if it's the music that's banging or just my head. I need some air, a smoke and some fresh air seems nice. I climb over Alex, who at first seems confused at what my intentions are as I seem to sit on his knee while climbing over him"Don't worry I'm just going for a smoke, won't be long love".
It seems as if I'm always loosing Miles, one way or any other. I mean I've been frantically checking the clock, and I'm pretty sure he has been out for a "smoke" for a good half an hour. Surely, going out for one cigarette does not take that long? Actually, I know that it doesn't. What if Miles has pulled a girl on the way to the exit, and now he is now shagging her? I mean, I tried to keep track on his whereabouts but this club is too God dam full!
I've drunk too much again, I smack my head against the wall of the club. I must of been out here for a good half an hour already, Alex will be worried. Or he might not be, for all I know he could of pulled some bird while I've been stood outside. A fresh breeze hits my face, and it reminds me of home. I really miss England so much. You can hear the music from out here, and the thought of entering the club again makes me sick. Suddenly, a hand grabs my own and pushes me against the wall. Expecting it to be Alex, I smile but then I come to the conclusion that it's really not Alex. Fucking Hell he's got a knife...
Right that's it I'm going to find Miles. I get up and tell the Monkeys, to just meet me and Miles back at the tour bus. I wade through the loads of people to the exit. A breath of fresh air hits me, it welcomes me into the night. But somethings wrong, I can just feel it in my stomach. That's when I hear Miles crying out in pain. Shit.
I was trying so hard to get out the grasp, of the stupid dick who was holding me against the wall. He already had my phone in his pocket now he was looking through my wallet, he grabs everything out of it and pockets it. I'm well aware, that he has a knife and he will use it if I protest. But I'm drunk and stupid, and my adrenaline is high. So I do the unthinkable and kick out at him, kicking him in the balls. Before I could make a second move, I feel a sharp sensation and then warmth running down my chest. I slump to the floor and hit my head off the cold ground. I lazily open my eyes to see that Alex is attacking the guy who had just done this to me. Then it goes dark.
I punch the man so hard for doing this to Miles, he won't be walking for some time. I search my eyes over to Miles, where I only just notice that he is bleeding heavy from his chest. Shit, he's been stabbed multiple times. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I fumble with the phone in my pocket, and ring for an ambulance and the police. They will be here soon, I hope before it's too late. I let out a sob, into the night as I cradel a limp Miles into my arms. Please don't die Mi, I say to myself I'm not sure if it's out loud or in my head. I look at Miles' white shirt, which is now red and soaking. There's nothing I can do to help him.
