losing thea

Chapter 5

THEA POV

"Who is that guy?" I asked Zayn when we got to the car.

"Who?" he asked.

"The one KSI is fighting," I said.

"Just a kid KSI is fighting," he answered. "why?"

"Zayn, I know when you are lying or when you are hiding something."

"I'm not lying," he protested.

"But they know my name," I said.

"Maybe KSI told them," he said.

"Zayn-" I warned.

"I really don't know anything about them, baby girl," he said.

Then why does my heart ache when I see him?

THEA POV

-3 MONTHS AGO-

They say the most dangerous place is the safest place. I landed at UK a couple of days ago, not knowing why I came here I was only sure I need an ocean between me and Logan. I started working for a café then taught a couple piano lessons at a small center. Today is my first day working at a nightclub.

"Right, you will be in charge of waiting the tables and making the drinks," the manager said. "I don't want you at the back if you have no business here, got it?"

I nodded.

I needed more money to pay the rent of my small apartment that currently only have my unpacked language and a blanket and pillow.

It's rough and it's hard work, but I appreciated it. The less time I have sitting around, the less I think of him.

"Hey," someone slapped my ass when I walked past them.

"Hey," I snapped.

"Someone's got fire in them," one of his friends grinned.

"Don't worry, you don't have much fire when I am done with you," the man said. I backed off and he chuckled, going back to his drink. I let out a sigh of relief.

Every day was another battle in the club. I dragged my way there because it was exhausting and I'm always on my toes for a lookout. The world is a dangerous place.

After a couple weeks, I was getting into a routine. I walk to the café every morning, finish 7 hours there, then walk to the piano center, teach 3 hours of class, and head to the nightclub. After a long exhausting day, I walk back home, fall asleep on my air mattress for 3 hours before doing it all over again.

Exhaustion became the only emotion I felt these days. I walked back to my apartment last tonight because someone had a party at the club and made a mess. Our boss decided that we were all sinners so we deserve to do extra work.

"Hey little girl," someone walked ghostly behind me then grabbed my shoulder.

"Leave me alone," I forced.

"I will but you see, I need some money. My kid is starving. Could you help a mate out?" he asked.

"I don't have any money," I said. I could smell all his 9% alcohol from where I stand. He took a step forward as I took a step back.

"Kids these days are heartless," he grabbed the back of my hair and pushed me to the brick wall. As he pins me to the wall, his hand searched inside my bag. I tried to push him off but for a drunk man, he was strong.

When I finally got out of his hold, I kicked him in the nuts. He bent over but grabbed my shirt before I got to run away. He tossed me to the floor and kicked me in the back of my head and ribs. My body gave up on me before the fight even started.

At this point, I was too tired to even feel pain. I shut my eyes and let my visions fade to black. Death wasn't scary. It's the thought of living through a near-death situation that's frightening.

THEA POV

"Come on Thea," I heard someone calling me. I was wearing a white dress and my hair was down. The room was pale white and empty.

"Thea," I heard someone called again. I turned around and saw a tall blonde man walking towards me. He smiled and held my hand.

Then his smile dropped. He looked sad and concerned. I followed his eyes to the bottom of my ribs. Blood stained the whole white dress. I looked back at the man but he was gone. I panicked. I didn't feel pain, or at least I think I should. Everything was confusing. I bang at the wall, trying to find a way out but trapped.

The lights then switched off. The room was pitch black and cold.