HOSTAGE 🚫

chapter 3

The club night

Was Iris just another woman in a doomed affair?

Drinking is not a solution. But at least it can help to forget the pain for a while. She felt alone and so incomplete; like she had been thrown into an endless pit of isolation.

She sat at the bar sipping her vodka. It was her first time. And unlike others, she wasn't excited for her first experience.

She regretted wearing a dress. It was too tight for her. And she was rather comfortable being tomboyish. Listening to her best friend Liz was a bad decision. "Iris, you're looking amazing! All the boys will be undressing you at the dance with their eyes as soon as you walk in!" She remembered Liz words. But it was all pointless, as she had no one with whom to enjoy.

A man stared her across the bar as she was a tantalising woman. Iris looked out of place with her long hair around her and her sexy dress covering her beautiful body. As usual, Iris stood out of the crowd. She was a bit short. She had always thought of herself as gawk, and she felt that people stared her for all the wrong reasons. Her friends begged to differ; they said she was close to breathtaking in her length. Iris always responded, 'uh-huh, sure, don't I wish ' she didn't see herself that way and she knew she never would. She was an ordinary, regular person.

The only make up she ever wore was a little mascara and occasionally lipstick. That night, she wore neither, yet looked breathtaking.

The man had not seen such a beauty like her before. Sipping her drink, he kept his gaze on her every move. She looked sad, which made her, even more, out of the place because everyone else was having a good time except her.

Is she alone or waiting for a friend? The man pondered.

He approached the young lady in question. Sipping his drink, he waited for her to turn to him. After several minutes passed without acknowledgement, the man then decided to make the first move.

"What brings such a nice girl here?" He said. It wasn't such a finest lines.

Iris gazed up and down at the length of his body and turned away from him. She was too absorbed in her sadness.

" Senorita, can I do the honours to buy you one of the best drinks in the bar ?" He asked.
Iris nodded her head negatively. But the man could not give up on such a gorgeous woman.

" Is there anything I can do for you. Want to come to dance?" He kept persisting.

Iris slightly turned her head to see him. Her vision was blurred. She strained her eyes so that the man looms in her line of vision.

" If I need you to do something for me, would you do it?" Iris asked.

There was not even a second of hesitation before the man said yes." Of course my lady, just ask for anything."

Iris hummed , her eyes travelling into the distance as if deep in thought. " I need a hug. Can you do that for me?"

The man immediately sprang from his seat and neared Iris. But just as he was about to hug her, his hands were pushed away by a tall muscular guy. The latter was brewing from anger. The veins on his neck popped out like chords, distinctly visible and frightening.

Silence settled over the place. She looked closely trying to figure out who the person was. Who she saw made the first words on her lips remain unspoken. She thought her eyes were deluded, but the reality was too obvious to be mistaken.

Instead of feeling a great sense of relief for seeing a familiar face, she felt worst.

That familiar sickly sweet voice rang in her ears and tore her soul. A voice that she never wanted to hear again. Her mind had decided to play against her as if it tried to open up the chest of drawers in the dark corners of a room, searching through memories, swiping through faces until the one with the brightest brown eyes and sexy body was found.

Stay calm, she thought. Stay calm

The pain that surged up inside her chest was nothing compared to the agony in these memories that haunted her day and night until she found an inefficient yet working way to live. Closing her eyes would be a futile attempt to wipe that picture of that person.

Will she face that person or walk away?

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Author's note⚠
Comment down below who you think that person is?(kai hunter or Evan or Casper )
𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐈 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬...
𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿? 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁?𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲?   𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 , 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻,𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 , 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗸. 

And if you ever feel you need help , please to reach out. Wattpad is a way for me to unwind my pent up emotions and i hope you too have a way to cope with your problems. Life is beautiful. Talk to people who you trust and love. Do not hurt yourself And when you have no one to trust , there are many internet sites where you can stay Anonymous and talk. I want you guys to have an endless supply of great days.keep going, i love you guys.

-dhanishta