A Twisted Desire

Chapter 1

Blaring lights and booming music filled the building as Mark and his friends shuffled at the beat. Loud techno music burst out of the speakers as the crowd danced to it. Mark was having the time of his life, dancing, making new friends, bonding.

However this would be his last night celebrating at Ohio's local bar with his friends. In less than 5 days, he was moving away to New York City. His mother called him up, offering him a decent job with good pay. Knowing all too well that he was barely making a living with his peeking income, Mark took the offer but, he still felt like he wasn't being a proper adult. Sure, he had just turned 22 but he always aimed to be independent and so this irked him more than it should have.

His mother always took good care of him, helping him through college, supporting him financially. Needless to say, they had a strong bond. Their bond was able to fill the hole his father left.

As the dancing went on, Mark began growing tired and so he went back to the bar stools to sit down. He watched on with a grin, seeing his little circle of friends ignore the bad and dance on made him happy. He was suddenly snapped out of his stare when one of his friends, Carol, put a hand on his shoulder. Jumping slightly, he looked over at her and let out a chuckle.

"Did I scare you?" She said, giggling and taking a seat next to him.

"Just a tiny bit. You tired of dancing too?" Mark put his elbow down on the cold, metal bar table.

"Just a tiny bit."

They both chuckled and stared back out at their friends. After what seemed like a minute, the silence was broken up by Carol.

"Did the movers come pick up your stuff yet?"

"Yeah but they only got half of my stuff in the moving truck, they still need to get the bedroom cleaned out. Also the attic."

Carol furrowed her eyebrows.

"You're taking that junk from up there with you?"

Mark cocked an eyebrow. "Why not? I gotta at least keep some of my memories from here don't I?"

Carol smiled softly and nodded.

"I suppose. I'm still...a bit upset about that I must admit."

Carol spoke softly and shyly, her cheeks turning slightly pink as shifted a little in her seat.

"We'll still keep in-touch Carol. Don't you worry."

Mark told her reassuringly. He turned to the barman who was on his phone, slacking off. Mark cleared his throat and the barman looked up.

"2 shots of whiskey please."

The barman quickly took out 2 tiny shot glasses from under the table. Being swift, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the esortment of different alcoholic beverages and filled up the glasses to the brim.

"Here you go sir."

The barman said before going back to his phone.

Mark handed over one of the glasses to Carol.

"Drink up."

With that, Carol grabbed her glass and at the count of 3, both of them chugged down the drink.

Both of them coughed and sniffed as a reaction.

"Having a good time?"

Carol asked Mark, nursing her throat with her hand and holding the shot glass with the other.

"You beat your ass I'm having fun."

Mark responded with a slight chuckle.

Things seemed to go well. Everything seemed to please and Mark happy. He almost forgot the true purpose for the trip the bar. One last get-together with his friends. One final goodbye before he moved away.

Of course he still had the idea of keeping in-touch with his friends, but it would never feel the same. Their presence made him feel happy but he knew that the decision he made was for his own good, for his own sake. Not to mention that his friends completely supported his move to a new city, meaning a fresh new beginning.

Mark didn't hate the life he was leading, far from that. He had a good bond with his friends and family, he had a job, he had a roof under his had and things that he liked and worked hard to achieve. He was leading an average adult life like his friends.

His decision did trouble him but the amount of support that was spewing out from his friends and even his workplace, seemed to make the guilty feeling lessen.

Mark, yet again, was snapped back from his thoughts. A hand waved in front of his face and he shook his head, shaking away his thoughts.

"Mark, buddy? Ya good?"

Mark knew that voice. He looked up and saw his 2 other friends Daniel and Robert.

"Good ya ain't dead." Daniel spoke as he leaned closer to examine Mark's face.

Mark huffed impatiently and Daniel quickly withdrew to his spot, standing next to Robert.

"Ok ok." He said, raising his hands in front of himself. Mark stood up and laughed a quick laugh.

"You know how much I hate people getting in too close dude." 

He said, putting his hand on Daniel's shoulder.

"Yeah yeah now are ya gonna join us or what?"

Daniel gestured to the dance floor. Robert soon chimed in.

"You've been sitting there, staring blankly at the wall for long enough."

All 3 of them chuckled. Mark looked over to his side and noticed that Carol was no longer there. He looked around but didn't see her anywhere.

"You looking for Carol?"

Daniel asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, where'd she go?"

He asked.

"She went home early, complaining that she was sick."

Mark frowned slightly.

"I'll be sure to ring her once I get home."

Robert and Daniel nodded in response.

"Ok now can we please get to dancing already?"

Robert said in an impatient tone. Daniel and Mark chuckled before nodding in response. They walked towards the multi-coloured floor.

The track switched to metal rock as the 3 of them started 'dancing' like crazy as the beat hit.