Malice

Chapter 8: Almost Lover

"What the hell is your problem?!" Andy shouted. The music had stopped and the lights were on above us. The two of them stood only a few feet away from each other and I was beginning to panic. Alex stood there nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets. He wore a cocky smirk on his face to signal that shit was about to get real if Andy tried to challenge him. "Don't even try to be brave. Take your ass back up the road and let that be the end of it," Alex said calmly. He always approached a confrontation calmly and that only meant that once he got started, there was no calming him down and getting him to stop. You'd have to blow his fucking brains out to get him to stop before he was ready. He wasn't even dressed like he only came to enjoy the party. He was simply there to keep an eye on me until he couldn't handle it anymore.

"I'm not going any fucking where! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Andy continued to shout. Ashe and Brina were at my side, helping me up from the floor. I was silently praying that Alex would walk away and show him a little mercy. It wasn't likely that he was going to make it that easy, but I remained hopeful. "He's going to fucking kill him," Brina said nervously. The two of them cowered behind me. They knew that he was just as ruthless as I did. Andy was nowhere near the type of guy Alex was. Alex always treated me like I was his property and Andy was always trying to protect me. This was a recipe for disaster and once again, I was left feeling like I should have just left him behind tonight.

"You're a bold motherfucker," Alex said. He stood there like a snake waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike and I could feel the tension grow thicker. "Why don't you just leave?" Andy growled. He moved in closer to him with their chests almost touching. Alex simply chuckled again. "Keep talking," he said with the expression on his face becoming more serious. "Just keep your goddamn hands off of my girl," Andy spat, getting closer to him.

That was the straw that broke the camels back. The room was filled with gasps and once again, people had their phones out ready to film any type of action.

Alex pulled his hands out of his pocket, pulling his Glock 19 that I was all too familiar to my eyes. Screams and even more gasps erupted from the spectators in the room. Things were always messy when he pulled that damn thing out. He loved it the most and it was his very first handgun, given to him by a long time associate. He only brought it out when he intended to blow off someone's kneecaps. "Oh my God," I groaned. I wanted to jump between them to keep Andy from having to stare down the barrel of the gun, but I wanted to keep my eyes on Alex and study his body language. His body language usually told me everything I needed to know in a situation like this. I was always able to determine if he was bluffing or not.

Andy didn't flinch. He never even faltered. I could see Alex tense up as he studied Andy's reaction to guide the rest of the confrontation. Alex raised the gun, turning it to the side to show that he wasn't afraid to pull the trigger. "You're lucky that I don't kill your ass right here," Alex threatened. That was all I needed to hear to make me dive between them. Things were about to go horribly wrong and I knew that I couldn't bare to watch. "Alex, put the gun down," I said calmly. I could never place my finger on it, but something in his mind was totally fucked up and he had no impulse control at all when he got angry. It seemed like he was possessed.

"Fuck you. I'm out," Andy said, turning on his heels and Alex was prepared to go after him. "Turn the fuck around and look at me when I'm talking to you!" Alex barked. I could see the evil brewing in his eyes and if he went off the deep end, all of our chances of survival would be slim. "Alex, put the gun down!" I screamed. My feet were stuck to the floor and seeing him clench the gun tighter left me feeling like I was running out of options to diffuse the situation. Alex walked with a fast pace, still holding the gun and aiming for a point blank shot. Everyone began to follow them out the doors except for me. Their sweaty bodies all brushed past me anxiously to get a good view of the dramatics between Andy and Alex and I was getting tossed around by the current. That really made me panic even more. There was no way in hell that Alex was going to let him survive without me there to stand in the way. I had gotten fed up with being jolted around like a rag doll and I decided to use all of my strength to shove those assholes out of my way. Andy's life was depending on it for fuck sake.