MY WORST FEARS (Completed)

CHAPTER 26

HELLZEL'S POV

Those stupid drunkards were dancing around me, sweat dripping from their god forsaken bodies. Trying to push some away from me, I got up from where I was sitting, heading to the counter. 

Joe pulled me back to the seat, putting his hand on my shoulder. He had this bitch sitting on his lap, a hand resting on her thighs which were barely covered by her revealing black dress.

"Where are you going, man? Let's have some fun. You want me to call Michelle? She'll keep you company,” he said as he pulled out his phone from his front pocket.

“Yeah man, you don’t seem like you’re in the mood to party today. What’s up?” Brian had a concerned look on his face, but I shook my head in response.

“Nah, I think I'm okay. I'll just go over the counter,” I said. Frankly, I wasn't in the mood to party.  Stupid Rymana who had to snatch me away from my meat before I decided to feast on it. I wanted to go back to my house. I wanted to know how Lay was holding up. Was she okay? Had she already woken up?

Poor girl, I hoped she was doing fine all alone in the house. The corners of my mouth turned upwards slightly as I thought about how she was talking too loud after several rounds of beer.

"You'll never find me, Hellboy. Try looking for me under the couch,” she exclaimed after suggesting we play hide and seek. She seemed to think she had suddenly become invisible and I'd never find her, while she was  just hiding on the couch beside me, a small blanket barely reaching her feet.

"Hellboy, you'll never see me, come-“
I was ripped away from my deep thoughts when I felt a body drilling around my cock. 

What the hell?!?

I looked up only to see one of my slave girls, Regina, a smile stretching from ear to ear. She threw her hands around my neck and continued rubbing her ass around my cock. She always did that and I usually enjoyed her company.

Why wasn't I enjoying it that day like the previous times? 
I smiled at her while I pushed her aside and found my way through the crowd. With the neon strobe lights flashing constantly, it was harder for me to make out the faces of people. This is why I didn't want to go clubbing, it was lame and stupid.  
I should have been in my house, probably watching Laila play hide and seek all alone, or calling me Hellboy.

Hellboy, where the hell is that name from?

She never stopped to amaze me. How she always had every answer to everything I said. I missed her. 

Miss her? Me? What’s wrong with me?

It’s official: I’m going crazy.

I had decided on what to do with her, when I heard a knock on the door. Checking through the peephole at my front door to see who would come to my house at that god forsaken hour, my heart started to beat quickly at the sight of Rymana.

I quickly rushed Laila to the guest house, since she was making a lot of noise and couldn’t shut the hell up. I gave her some sleeping pills to make her relax and not sell me out.

I rushed to my room and picked one of my shirts. After getting back to her, I decided to change her clothes into something more comfortable. 

I hurriedly took off her trouser and top. Determined to put the shirt on, but it was difficult when she was buttering me to kiss her.

She pulled me closer to her several times, amazed by her sudden courage. Nah, that's alcohol. I thought.

I stared at her for some time before she drew away. I never imagined she was an alcoholic. The clothes she wore made her look so holy and blameless.

Hallelujah!

She had a pink bra on, but there was something different from her breasts than any other girl I ever brought back to my house. 
My curiosity grew higher and I had to take a look. 

I took off her bra with only one attempt, but what I saw caused my eyes to grow wide.  My hand automatically covered my mouth as I took two steps back from her.

I heard Rymana calling from the living room, which pulled me from my shock-mode-state. So, I hurriedly put my shirt on her, Struggling to close the buttons, I left the room in a rush, my shirt on her still open. A split second later, I stood at the door before walking back to the living room where Rymana couldn’t stop shouting my name.

An elbow suddenly jabbed me on the stomach, pulling me away from my thoughts,
‘Hey man, watch where you’re goin’!” 

The guy who shouted at me was obviously very drunk, his words heavily soured. I put my hand on his shoulder and walked past him to the counter.

I took a chair next to a kissing couple, obviously in love and in their own world.

"A shot of tequila and make it cold, please,” I ordered while the waiter gave me a big smirk.

"Right away, handsome,” she said as she turned around to prepare my drink. I tried to contact Rymana with her phone but it was off. Probably being fucked up by an asshole. Why in the first place would she bring me down here, only to leave? Why did I even accept to come here in the first place? I should be in my house, fucking the hell out of Lay. I couldn’t let her out of my mind especially after seeing her chest… naked.

The guy next to me slammed his tequila shot, startling the waiter who probably got a heart attack from the glare she received. 

"How many times do you want me to order, whore?" The waitress trembled in fear as she poured the drunk’s order. Some poured on the table due to her shaking hands.

"Cool it man, take it easy.” I tried to calm him down but he pushed me away.

Bad mistake.

I turned him on his side, then regretted it immediately.
"Who do you think you are? Her bodyguard?" He pushed me and I chuckled, a crooked smirk plastered on his face. His smile fell suddenly as recognition dawned in is eyes.

"Wait a minute... Ain't you the stupid ass who tried to snatch my girl away from me the other day at the mall? How dare you!?!”

He balled his fist but before it connected with my jaw, I caught it in mid-air. I began to squeeze while he stared at me, either pissed off or begging for mercy. I twisted his hand before making my final statement,
"It wasn't trying, I already did it. Forget about her, she's my girl now and...” 

Before I realized what I was saying, my free hand was grabbed from behind me.

"Hellzel, who are you talking about?" Rymana asked, jealousy clouding her face. I let go of him and walked closer to her who was strapping up her bra.

"Ooh, hey Babe. I need to take you home. I’m bored and tired already,” I said as I put my hand around her waist. The guy smirked as he came closer to us and held out his hand. I don't know, for me to take or...

"I have been waiting for you, girl. Let's go. Forget about this loser honey, let's have a nice time.” I turned to Rymana, who smirked at me before answering my questioning glare.

"Babe, I don't feel like going home yet. I'll catch up with you. Okay?” She then took his hand and walked away. 

That guy walked away with my girl. Okay not literally my girl, but everybody knew we were dating. I didn't feel hurt, I was probably pissed off by that asshat.

I turned to the waiter, took several shots of tequila and headed back to the meat at my house.