Private Ale

15 - Blood

A splash of an ice-cold liquid hits my face. I drunkenly lift a weak finger to wipe my eyes and begin to smell the pungent, obnoxious odor of alcohol. Just the thought of lifting my eyelids open seems exhausting. I feel tempted to just drift off to sleep and forget about everything.

"Stella, God damnit..." I hear Billie's hoarse voice directly above me shaky with terror. "Fucking wake up!"

"Hey, that was my drink!" I hear a female voice in the background.

"Well, fucking suck it up because I need to fucking wake her up!"

I slowly muster up the energy to open my eyes. I see Billie crouched over me, looking straight into my eyes, holding an empty glass. His brow is furrowed and his eyes glassy.

"Thank fucking God you're awake." He whispers and kisses my forehead gently. "Come on, stand up." He grabs my hand and helps me up slowly. "I called 911 like five minutes ago, where are the fucking cops when you need 'em?"

Tre starts laughing. "Billie, don't you know the cops have priorities? They have to take care of the weed smoking degenerate potheads like us before they help girls getting drugged at bars."

Billie lets out a smug snort and then his face turns back to stone cold.

"Fuck it, let's go to Mike's car. The fucking police are gonna show up by tomorrow. We're taking you to the hospital."

I slouch my arm over Billie's shoulder and he guides me through the crowds, Mike and Tre following behind us. The smells and sounds of everyone are overwhelming me and I feel one second away from having a panic attack. People are pushing into me, mindlessly trying to get to wherever they're going. I almost fall over, but Billie grips my arm stronger and balances me again.

We finally make it to Mike's old, beat-up car. Billie picks me up bridal style and lays me down in the backseat, then sits down next to me. Mike jumps into the driver's seat and Tre in the shotgun.

"Where is the closest hospital from here?" Mike asks worriedly.

"I think we passed one on Parnassus Ave coming West towards here... UCSF Medical Center, I think?" Tre replies.

Mike puts his key in the engine and starts up the engine.

BEEP BEEP.

I hear the obnoxious sound of honking and cringe from the noise, my head in excruciating pain.

"MOTHERFUCKER." Billie screams in my ear and I cringe again. "YOU'RE A FUCKING DEAD MAN."

I feel the back car door fly open and a rush of cold air hits me.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me, come on Mikey, let's beat his ass!" Tre and Mike jump out of the car and I hear the sounds of their feet hitting the ground as they run.

I slowly sit up and look outside. There's a black Honda Civic parked a few spots over and Mike, Tre, and Billie are banging on the window. I catch a glimpe of Ryan's face in the driver's seat and he smiles and winks at me. My stomach turns into knots.

I'm gonna be sick.

The black Honda Civic door flies open and I see Billie jump on top of Ryan, fists flying. Mike and Tre follow behind and start to pound Ryan. I hear moans and grunts from all four of the guys.

My mind is going a mile a minute. Do I just stand here? Do I jump in and help? I sit here, freezing cold, in the back of Mike's car and watch the boys helplessly.

"GO TO FUCKING HELL." I hear Billie snarl in the distance.

"YEAH, EAT SHIT MOTHERFUCKER!" I catch a glimpse of Tre, who has Ryan in a choke-hold and is pounding his face in.

Suddenly, Ryan resurfaces from under Tre and gains his strength. I see him lunge at Billie and throw him onto the ground with a loud THUMP.

I watch, in a state of complete and utter panic, feeling completely helpless.

Ryan jumps on top of Billie and straddles him. He starts pummeling him, blood spewing like a thick stream out of Billie's nose, dripping down his face and onto his shirt. I look away, unable to watch any longer. I let out a whimper and choke back tears.

Tre grabs Ryan by the collar and Mike holds him by the sleeve. They both use their free hands to beat him relentlessly as he tries to avoid their punches.

I lay down and close my eyes, wishing this was all a sick nightmare.

"Come back here, you pussy!" I hear Tre scream.

"What are you doing running away, can't take the heat?!" Mike joins.

Then, I hear the backdoor of Mike's car next to me slam shut. Then, the two front doors, and I feel the car begin to shift into reverse.

"Please be Billie." I whimper as I see the backside of brown-haired boy in the driver's seat.

"I got you, sweetheart."

I see the twisted expression on the boy's deranged face as Ryan floors the gas pedal, going at least a hundred miles per hour, out of the parking lot and onto the road.

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Sorry for the cliffhanger!! As always I appreciate everyone reading and voting :)