Saviors (Completed)

4. Drugs

"Mom?" I scrubbed my eyes to be sure it was her. A smile threatened to play on my lips.

Her head looked up from her phone, "Nina?" I nodded and sat down in the chair across from her. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine," I muttered, knowing that the normal routine was about to happen. My father had already left for some stripper club and my mother was just as interested in me as I was in talking with humans.

"Mmhm," she breathed out, typing as fast as her fingers could master.

My stomach roared, however, being in the same kitchen as my mother didn't sound like a fantastic idea in my head. She hadn't even asked about my blue eye, there still were as clear as the sun on a cloud free sky.

"I'm going out. Call if dad returns," I mumbled as I left the room. My mother didn't bother answering, so I was left in my own world of silence once again. I suck at conversation anyway.

I swung open the door. Air rushed to my cheeks, twirling around my body. I walked down the pathway, by motivating me to visit someplace around town to enjoy what was left of my life.

Maybe Tony's? No, that wouldn't be a good idea.

My eyes wandered around the street, Mrs. Hamilton strolled by with her small dog. She didn't smile when our eyes locked, she just pushed her feets to walk a little faster and walked past me.

A black car rolled past us. I didn't really look at it, but it seemed fancy.

I found myself standing in front of Tony's a couple of minutes later. Though it weren't even noon yet, Tony walked around, flashing a smile to the empty shop. I stood like some stalker and stared at him, moving his firm body.

Tony turned around, locking his eyes with mine. He waved a hand, signaling I should come in. However, should I really that. He reminded me so much of my brother.

I pushed open the heavy glass door. Red and blue colors dominated the place. A few square steel tables were placed up against a wall and three chairs sat around them. The counter was blue and boxes to pizzas laid spread around on top. Five high chairs in red were placed, with the same amount of space between them, by the desk.

"Nina, nice to see you here!" he said joyfully and packed away some glasses.

"Uhm-" What should I say?

"I saw you with Martinez yesterday." His expression turned serious, as he turned to face me.

How do you answer something like that?

"You need to stay away from him. He is bad news," he said and crossed his arms over his chest, keeping my eyes in check.

"Y-you don't get to d-decide that," I said, biting my lip hard.

He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "You really don't get it, do you?"

What didn't I get?

"I don't know what you are talking about," I said truthfully.

"He isn't good company. He ruins girls for fun. Punch guys for pleasure. He isn't someone you want to hang out with," he stated, as his fist clenched

"O-okay?" It came out as a question and I really did question it. Why was Tony so protective? We weren't even friends, just two people who knew each other's names.

Tony's eyes flickered to something behind me and his face went as pale as snow. "What are you doing here?" Tony asked as I turned around to stand face to face with Anthony himself.