Vivi

Chapter 4

Ivy

"Yes, I'll drive," Malia says with an understanding look in her eyes and a slight nod. And with that, we are off.

I know I'm being immature, but I've been different since my dad passed. My dad was my... our rock. He taught me to walk, talk, and fight. In both the literal and figurative sense, meaning he taught me how to stand by myself and fight for what I believe in but he also taught me how to throw a punch. And after he died I couldn't control myself. I was angry at the world for taking him away from me. I went "off the rails." That's what Malia calls it anyway.

Whenever somebody mentions my dad in a way I don't like I go "off the rails." I get super drunk and wake up forgetting anybody said anything about my dad. If you think that's bad you should have seen me a whole year after he died. Off the rails doesn't even cover it.

When we finally get to the bar and walk in loads of eyes follow us. Which isn't really uncommon. Malia and I usually get a lot of attention no matter where we go. We might as well have walked in here with sweatpants and a hoodie on and we would still get the attention. And if I'm being honest, it always made me uncomfortable. But you get used to it eventually.

"Two shots of vodka," I said while putting up two fingers at the bartender and sliding my card towards him. "Open a tab."

"Oh, I'm not drinking," Malia said next to me.

I simply shrugged and downed both of them myself once they were poured. After two more shots, I pulled Malia to the dance floor. We danced and danced. Guys came up to dance with us but didn't stay for one whole song. Which was unusual. Until I turned around and saw the guy I was dancing with getting pulled into a door. And as quickly as the door opened and he was pulled through it shut. Nobody noticed it was so fast.

Malia and I were dancing closest to the wall since it was the only available space tonight. I hadn't even noticed there was a door until now. It was the same color as the wall and it seemed like it was made to not be noticed.

Who would be pulling all these guys in there? I mean, I don't plan on finding out. This is horror movie shit. As I look up and towards the bar, I saw the face of a guy who had recently been beside me. He seemed frantic to get the hell out of here.

What the fuck? I shot a glance at Malia, she had stopped dancing and was looking at me like I could pass out any second. I looked to the door and back to her. I welcomed a new guy who wanted to start dancing with me. Malia started to dance again until we both saw a hand shoot out of the door and pull the guy away from me. I don't know whether we should get the hell out of here or see who the fuck is behind that door.

Malia put her hand on the door and I pulled her away and behind me. I had made my decision. It didn't matter who was behind that door, all that mattered was that we get the hell out of here before they reveal themselves.

As I was turning back around to her I felt a hand on my shoulder and then I was pulled. Malia grabbed my hand and held it so she was pulled too. After getting my footing back I looked up and saw his smirk. Why didn't I think it was him?

"Dean!" He laughed at my angry and surprised face.

At this point, Malia still had all of her hair in front of her face from where it fell when she was pulled. But after she heard that laugh she took her hand and pushed her hair out of her face and looked almost as surprised as me.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked before huffing and puffing in frustration.

"I can't just leave my baby sis to defend herself against these horn dogs." He said while putting his arms low and hunching his back to try and get on my shorter level.