The Warmest Winter✓

Nineteen

I don't understand what's happening but we're suddenly surrounded by people, chaos lurking around us by all means. The guy on the floor gets up with menace, and adrenaline seems to be kicking high in my head as I feel almost unafraid of him.

By this time I hate abusive men with all my heart, and these men are just one of them. Seeing a woman alone, all they can think of is damned ways to get us to bed and that it's the easiest thing to do in the world, as long as they can buy us a few drinks.

Motherfuckers!

"What? You started this, assholes! All of you! Just because we're women you think we're here to entertain your fucking hormones!" I shout irritated, speaking straight to his face as he glares angrily at me.

"Okay, calm down, all of you!" Unfamiliar black man yells and I assume he's the manager or something—judging from his neat black suit and desire to restore peace.

"Tell these fucking bitches here! Have you seen what they've done to me and my friends?" The bald guy points at the scratches on his friend's face, and I don't believe I'm the one who inflicted them on him.

"Who are you calling bitches, huh? Do you want to know what a real bitch acts like?" Sam snaps while taking one of her heels off. "Bring it!" she snarls at him, the black guy busy trying to stop them.

Oh, I think I know who scratched Curly's face.

"And you! I'm not done with you!" The bald launches towards me upon shoving the black dude aside, begrudging about the thud and shame I made him suffer.

"Oh, try it and you'll see what we can do to your eyes, Mister!" Natasha warns, holding a bottle of spray that disarms the bald guy a bit. "Another step and you'll lose your eyesight!"

On the floor the third guy is crying loudly, blocking his eyes. "You slut!" he groans and I believe Natasha is responsible.

What a night! Again I feel my balance distorted—thankfully I'm not alone.

"Kira!" Roshni is holding me now, and I feel my head getting heavy and fuzzy.

I hardly capture what's going on, for my vision keeps getting blurred as I'm trying hard to focus. No, I didn't drink that much to feel this drunk, did I? Shaking my head, I manage to restore my equilibrium and once again I see the black guy holding the bald guy.

"Call security!" he instructs, for it's almost turning into a fist fight which is quite a shame given that it's men trying to fight women.

What has this world become, seriously? Can't women have fun alone without sleazy interruptions?

"Little bitch!" As the bald man struggles to have Natasha in his hold, the curly haired man—whose face is a work of Pablo Picasso—is heading toward Sam while exchanging profanities.

But he fails to reach her upon stumbling on a person standing between Sam and him. I blink twice, surprised to see the face of the man who's just appeared.

"What?" snaps the curly guy.

"I'd think twice if I were you," that familiar voice states sternly, making me gulp.

"Liam?" I whisper, and soon I'm seeing Malik and Jamal who are currently right next to me.

"Are you two okay?" Malik asks in a frenzy, shifting his eyes between me and Roshni.

"Yeah, we are." I nod, my eyes back on Liam.

"Aren't you ashamed? A man trying to hit a woman?" he shouts to surpass the sound of heavy music filling the air.

"And who do you think you are, Superman? This is none of your fucking business!" the bald yells. Liam's eyes are fixed on him with indescribable sight, hardly moved by his supposedly macho act. "Are you in need of losing a tooth?" he asks Liam, challengingly.