Chapter 11
Clubbing was a culture for Ariana, Dorothy, Stacy and Lily but since Lily wasn't their friend again, it was just them three.
They were seated in the VIP section with drinks on their tables. They watched the people dance while they drank. Dorothy wasn't starting to miss Lily's presence as she was the one that drank most amongst them all.
She would order different whiskey and the most expensive ones and mix them together for them to drink. It was wild and Crazy.
"What's with the mood bitches!" Ariana spoke, unsure why the mood between them felt off. She knew it was because of Lily, she was always the one starting the drinking and making loud noises but she wasn't going to make that be a problem for them.
Stacy shrugged off the feeling in her chest and got up from her seat. She adjusted her skimpy armless dress, "Guys are we gonna get wild or just stay here like some well mannered bitches?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"Let's get some dicks tonight, drink and get wasted!" She shouted.
That seems to shake off the sour mood between them. Ariana got up from her seat, pulled Dorothy up too and they went to the dance floor to dance.
Beads of sweat formed on Chris forehead as he was having a nightmare. Something that happens once in a while. It was the same dream he had, the days of his childhood and his days with the women he once called his benefactor.
He was happily going home that day with his school bags on his leg arm and his teacher at his back guiding him. He was happy to go home and show his parents his result.
He had done excellently well as usual. Just as he reached his streets, he saw ambulances and police men all gathered at his house and he wondered what had happened.
Slowly, he moved towards them with his heart racing hard and a sweaty palm. He began to walk faster than he was earlier until he reached. Just then his parents were carried away on the stretcher. His eyes widened and his heart beat in trepidation.
The more he moved closer, the more he saw the familiar faces of his mom. Stream of tears rolled down his cheek as he saw his mother clearly.
"Mom..." He whispered, suddenly finding his voice. "Mom..." He called again.
His heart broke into a thousand pieces. He wondered what happened to them. His eyes moved to the blood which had been stopped by the doctors in his mother's neck and her hands. He gasped, closing his mouth immediately with his hands.
"Who...what..." He stuttered. He was starting to find it hard to breathe. He struggled with his breath as his eyes landed on his father.
Blood all over his father and he screamed. He felt someone place their hands on his shoulder and he turned slightly till he saw it was his teacher. "Oh no," she whispered silently while caressing his shoulder.
"Poor child," she whispered. He crumbled to the floor, suddenly finding it hard to move. He stared as they put his parents in the ambulance and he shouted.
"Mom! Dad!" That got the attention of the detective who was in charge of the case.
"Come on boy," the detective called him. He placed his pen and paper on one of his hands as he ushered for Chris to come to him.
Chris was still comprehending everything that was happening. He was confused and lost but he knew his parents were hurting and would die or possibly already dead. He wept profusely, unable to move other than cry.
Noticing the young boy wasn't coming to him, the detective went to him. He was about to ask Chris a question when his teacher stopped him.
"He is a child and you shouldn't be doing anything that would hurt his mental health right now," she cautioned.
Chris was allowed into the ambulance and they drove off to the hospital. While the car drove off, the doctors attended to his parents. It was the most terrifying thing for him to see.
They asked if he had any of his relatives' numbers and he shook his head. After they reached the hospital he was left waiting out the ICU.
After a minute, he got tired as his eyes were starting to ache from sleeping so he slept on the chair outside with his teacher wrapping him in her arms.
After some minutes, Chris' relative, his mother's younger sister, rushed into the hospital.
She saw Chris in the arms of his teacher and rushed to meet them. "How is he?" She asked after Chris.
"He is fine," his teacher whispered.
After waiting for more than five hours, the doctors came out and with a bland expression on his face, he asked for the relatives of the patient.
Chris rubbed his eyes together, opening them at that moment and saw the doctor.
"I am the woman's younger sister and her husband is my brother," his aunt said.
"I am sorry but we lost them both."
Chris woke up from his dream. Tears rolling down his cheek that he hadn't realised. His chest clenched. The nightmare never ceases, they came once in a while most especially when he was stressed or going through more than he could handle.
Ariana, Stacy and Dorothy were both drunk. They were staggering and unsure of where they were going. They managed to find their way back to their spot and sat down, trying to hold onto themselves.
"Life is fucked up as always!" Ariana slurred.
"I know right. My useless dad always brings men to sleep with me and they pay him, what a jerk!" Stacy spat out.
"What?" Both Ariana and Dorothy said surprised.
"Nevermind. Forget it, I'm saying gibberish!" She shrugged it off.
"You're Not. You are stupid and also where the hell is Lily!" Dorothy asked.
"That bitch! I hate her so much! She feels she's better but is nothing but a privileged spoiled bitch!" She spat out.
"She...she..." They were all interrupted when three young men came and sat down beside Dorothy.
"Damn, you've got a big breast! Are you drunk?" He asked. He licked his big lips as he admired Dorothy top cleavage. Out of the three girls, Dorothy bust was the biggest.
Ariana is slim, tall with tanned skin. She would obviously pass for a model but she ain't ready for it so she said. She has long brown hair which she prefers curled than straight.
Dorothy was an average height woman, she stood at the height of five feet six with brown skin and big breasts. She had red hair and last but not the least Stacy.
Stacy is tall, fair, has green eyes, black hair and high proud cheek bones. She was a standard of beauty on her own with a perfect v shape chin and pointed nose.
Each girl knew their beauty and power.
"Fuck off!" Dorothy slapped the man's hands off her.
"Come on, pretty woman, you want it don't you?" He said.
"Shut the fuck up! And fuck off peanut!" She spat out and he chuckled.
He moved his hands and attempted to touch her breast once more but she slapped his hands off. "I said fuck off and don't try touching me or...or..." She slurred.
He chuckled, "You said what?" He asked. He knew she wasn't herself and she wasn't physically strong considering her current state and he was going to use that to his advantage.
He always knew most ladies always tend to lose themselves and get lost in the arms of whatever man they find warmth in.
"Hey, she said don't fucking touch her!" Ariana exclaimed once he tried touching Dorothy again.
Dorothy was starting to fall asleep which meant he could easily take her off and her friends won't be able to do anything.
"You are a bastard, hope you know that! A sicko!" Stacy blurted out.
"I could handle the three of you, hope you all know that. You three look beautiful and I'm sure you are good enough in bed too."
"Eww!" Ariana cringed.
"I know men like you. Y'all dogs! Big dogs who love to take advantage of people and I won't let y'all come closer to us." Getaways from us sicko!" She said with an irritated tone.
"Oh, I see," he said amused.
"Are you sure you don't fuck you because I sure as hell is good in bed." He felt stupid speaking to them when he knew he could just get Dorothy away and get her in his bed.
"I'm gonna..." He trails off by pulling Dorothy up with him.
She struggled with his grip, "I said don't talk to me and don't touch me with your stinky hands! I'm gonna call the cops on you if you don't let me go and fuck out of here!" She swore.
He chuckled, "That's if you are in your right senses to type the cop number and call them bitch!" He spat out.
Stacy pulled her heels while he tried getting Dorothy to follow him. She went behind him and hit him with her six inch stiletto heels on his head and he groaned in pain.
He placed his hands on his head and when he looked at his palm, he had blood on them. She had killed him, he thought to himself.
Ariana and Dorothy gasped, shocked by the action taken by their friend.
"Bitch!" He shouted.
He took out his phone from his pants pocket and took a picture of Stacy, Dorothy and Ariana. They wondered why he did so and not too long he dialed a line and complained.
Both girls were starting to sober up after what Stacy had done. This was an attempted suicide but it was self defense at the same time.
Not too long the cops arrived In the club and it dawned on them what had just happened. He called the cops on them but he was the one who started the whole situation.
He was feeling pain in his head as blood gushed out, he placed his hands tightly in his head as he groaned. He was starting to feel dizzy and as soon as the police came, he collapsed right in front of them.
Ariana, Stacy and Dorothy were both taken to the station while the man was rushed to the hospital.
It was past twelve in the midnight and Chris had a towel around his neck, an earpiece in his ear which he listened to music with and a bottle of water in his pants pocket as he jogged.
He was trying to forget the dream he had, it always had an impact on him and it was never positive.
He would work out to forget it most times or smoke. He was not an addictive smoker but an occasional one. He only smokes when he wants to relieve himself.
It hurt him so badly. He had everything going well for him. His parents were well off too but after they died, his aunt claimed everything and somehow nothing was left for him and after a while she kicked him out lying he was unbearable and a bad child who wanted to tarnish her name.
He always saw his aunt as a very nice woman but her real side was revealed to him after the death of his parents. He got to see who people really we're and then he knew no one was ever real to him.
It took him a while to start believing his benefactor and he came to really love her but in the end, she betrayed him proving to him once more that one one could ever be trusted.
When Lily asked to be his friend, he wasn't sure if he should accept it or not but then he agreed because he wanted to give trust one more trial and he prayed he wasn't making the wrong decision.
He was scared, worried and prepared for the worse when it came to Lily and he expected the worse to come sooner.
The music changed and 'Memories' by Maroon5 played.
He always acted strong in front of people. Acted like the tough guy who ain't got feeling but secret was; he was scared. He found it hard to trust and easy to love and he hated it.
As he listened to the lyrics, he felt a deep attachment to the song and a lone tear rolled down his cheek.
He wanted to scream out loud, to let it all out once and for all and get the pain off his chest but he couldn't.
It hurt too much and he needed someone, someone to hold him. He wanted someone's arms around him and someone to whisper words of encouragement to him, to tell him it would be fine and he was strong enough.
It ached too much and he wondered when it would all be over but then again he felt it wouldn't and as always humans will keep being humans and hurt him because that's who they are; they are all imperfect.
