Chapter Three

The wind blew from inside my bones. The air was too chilly and I was standing outside this luxurious club at 2 am. The fog came out of my mouth as I breathed out.

The phone call from Mia creeped me out. I just knew that she was in danger. 

I showed the guards my ID as I stepped in. From the silence of the night, I was welcomed to the chaos of music and the smell of sweat and music in the air. I cringed at my surroundings. I hated to be in places like these, god knows why I was dragged here today. 

Rather than looking around, I decided to search for Mia first. I looked here and there and found no one. Thankfully, no one paid me any attention so I searched for her in the whole club and still didn’t find her. 

“Gosh, where is she?” I whispered. 

A bartender looked at me concerned. “You lookin’ for someone?” He asked. 

I nodded. 

He smirked. ”Ain’t no way you will find the one you are trying to find.” He said and continued wiping the glass in hand. 

I frowned at him. “Why not?” I asked.

He put the glass on the counter. “Places like these are visited by the ones who fear none. If your friend has a problem with fear, then you better stop looking for her. She’s probably taken.”

My eyes came out of my socket. “Taken by who?”

He ignored me and started pouring drinks for someone else. Oh no! She must be in trouble. What if she is taken by the gangsters? Or someone worse?

I shook away the thoughts and scoured the whole club. An hour passed by and I couldn’t find her. I tried to call her several times but she won’t pick up. 

At last, I heard her ringtone. I looked in the direction of the sound. It was coming from the pool. I walked towards it.

A group of teenagers were laughing and I saw one of them stomping on Mia’s phone. I couldn’t see Mia anywhere. It was just her phone. Then it was thrown into the pool. 

“Hey!” I shouted. 

Their attention turned towards me. My eyes scanned all of them. As it fell on a certain red-head I knew from earlier. That girl from the bookstore. 

I approached them. My hands fisted. “Where the hell is she?”

They looked confused but the red-head approached with a dirty smirk on her face. She judged me from head to toe and laughed at my face. Seeing her laugh they started laughing too. 

“I can't believe you came alone. You should’ve bought the police with you.” She said. 

I scoffed in disbelief. “Is it because of the incident at the bookstore?” 

Her doe eyes feigned innocence. “Incident?” She pretended to think.”Oh yeah, now I remember. That’s a different story but I wonder why you are here?” 

“I came for my friend. Where is she?” I asked. 

“Your friend? Mia?” She asked. 

“Yes, where is she? What did you do to her?”

Before she could respond a man so bulky came from behind her and shoved her to a safe distance from me. Good. I was about to punch her in the face. 

He towered over me. “What did you want, miss.”

I looked at him. He looks like her bodyguard. “I came here for my friend.”

“Your friend is not here. Please leave.” He demanded. 

I scoffed in disbelief. “She called me! Her voice was trembling and I heard someone hurt her.” I shouted. “She was here.”

“She is not here.” He said. 

“How are you so sure?” I asked looking him in the eye.

“Ayah,” Mia’s voice came from behind me. I looked back. Her drunk stature trembled while she walked to me. 

“Mia,” I said and ran towards her. Hugging her I smelled alcohol but not only that. She was drugged.

“What did you do to her?” I asked them.

I saw that they were trying to contain their laughter. The redhead approached me. “We didn’t do anything to her.” She whispered in my ears. “She got herself in trouble by talking to us.”

As calmly as I could, I walked off leaving the club. I put Mia in the car. The sound of their laughter still resonated in my mind. Mia was drugged. Badly. She couldn’t even think properly now. I locked the car door and dashed inside the club. 

I spotted the kids and the guests. Their distance was enough for me t lock the door and muffled their sounds. I took a deep breath and bashed inside.

They looked shocked. I locked the door. 

“Ma’am, you are–” The guard approached me as I kicked him in his private part. 

There were two more so I picked up a vase nearby and broke it on the head of the other. As he bled I used the sharp part of the broken vase and sliced the throat of the other one. He won’t die soon, it was a pressure point. 

As the guards lay on the floor, lifelessly, my gaze went to the kids who looked horrified. I smiled at them. 

I approached the redhead and grabbed her by her hair and bashed her head on one of the tables. She screamed as I muffled her sound using a handkerchief and threw her into the pool. 

I looked at her almost drawing on a 3ft pool and scoffed. “I’ll tell you something about me,” I said and held her head to look at me as she begged to let me up. “I hate bullies.”

I looked at the other ones as they looked like they were about to piss off their pants. With a satisfied smile, I decided to leave. But a sensation lingered on my back. Someone was looking at me. 

I looked up. There was a dark-tinted glass balcony. Someone was there. The feeling was so strong I could almost see them smile at me. 

I shook the thoughts away and didn’t spare a glance at them. Going to the car, I droved Mia home safely. 

Reaching home I placed her on the bed. I sat n the couch and saw the scar on my arms that was left by the redhead’s nails. 

As I lifted my sleeve, I saw more scars that were all over my body. The scars had aged with me but they were just as painful to look at. 

Just then, my head spun as I held it. 

“If you cannot look at it. I must not show it to you, beautiful.” 

The sentence rang in my head for a while as those eyes I saw on the balcony flashed before my eyes and suddenly fear crawled up my chest.

“Who was he?”