Chapter 2: Hitting The Bar

MA Chapter 2

It was a novel experience for Ashley to sway her hips in public but tried to enjoy herself with unknown music buzzing. Soon she decided to rest. She was struggling to breathe normally.  

She walked over to the bar wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead and Amelia just rolled her eyes, watching the low stamina of her sister but deep down she was happy at least she was trying her best to keep up with the environment which was unfamiliar to her. 

“Seriously!” Amelia shouted, rushing over to her sister as Ashley sat down at the corner sipping a soft drink. 

“Let’s go back. We might catch some hottie.” She pulled Ashley with her hoping she could grab the attention of someone. 

“You go back and catch some hottie. I’ll just be here drinking coke.” Ashley held the table tight and pulled out her hand from Amelia, showcasing her utter disinterest by holding her drink high to cheer her up. 

“Coke? What are you, five? You are already eighteen and who cares if not?” Amelia questioned before turning to the Bartender taking a seat next to her. Her gaze wandered around the glasses chicks holding but rolled her eyes. 

“Dude, give us some cocktails.” She ordered while giving a flirtatious smile and leaning over the table. Ashley suppressed her laugh, watching her sister’s behavior. She wasn’t familiar with these outrageous behaviors with handsome boys, but she was enjoying it very much. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled back, then turned to get her order, but not without smiling at Ashley as well who shied away, adjusting herself in her seat, painting her face red. The bartender chuckled at her and his gaze lingered longer than usual. 

“See, boys are drooling over you.” Amelia nudged her side, making her situation worse, completing her duty as her sister. Amelia smiled, but Ashley could only give a shy smile, holding her head as low as possible. 

Their orders were severed by holding a flirty smirk on the lips of the bartender, making Ashley redder than before. It was a pinkish translucent drink with a pink umbrella and straw sticking out, and two frozen olives sank at the bottom.

“Thanks, handsome,” Amelia said deliberately to tease her while taking a glass from his hand and leaning over the table. 

“Take it easy, will you?” Ashley reprimanded. 

“Yes, mom.” Amelia mocked and then laughed, but it was short as everyone froze, at least for her. 

Her eyes went in contact with the hottest of eyes she’s ever seen. A pair of amber-brown eyes stared back at her dark brown ones, the known pair which he always longed to draw in. 

She gave a toothy smile to him, and he returned it with a wink, making her heart flutter. That’s all he’s got to do, as Amelia forgot all about her sister and ran to him, as he had all control over her body. 

“Amelia!” Ashley called out, but her attempts all fell on deaf ears, as it seemed Amelia was in another world while dancing with him, swaying her hips perfectly in sync. She was stunned to see her sister dance with the total stranger, forgetting herself completely. His tall figure and broad shoulders overshadowed her petite size, trapping her in his arms. 

Guys tried approaching Ashley for a dance, but she turned them all down, giving some weird reasons. She wanted to drag her sister out of his arms. He looked quite like a playboy, but witnessing the softened and tranced state of her sister; she decided to let her enjoy and keep watch on her from a distance. 

The party suddenly felt too big for her as she was all alone without Amelia, and it wasn’t fun anymore, so she went outside. She walked over to Amelia’s red Ferrari and got in. Probably that strangers are going to be her ride home. With that in mind, she drove off. 

She tossed to her left as it seemed her right could not suppress the noise she heard that disturbed her sleep. Technically, it was the most chaotic night of her life.

Although she drank only a little from the cocktail given to her, she still knows she was going to get a hangover. She doesn’t get along with alcohol as if it took a past life’s revenge on her every time she consumes any alcoholic beverage. 

But to the left was no good either. Soon the sun rose again to blow her senses as light glowed on her face and she had to hide her face under her fluffy pillows. Her duvet was nowhere to be found on the bed. 

The noise was persistent, and it only irritated her more. Tossing and turning had no better option. It became unbearable that she jumped up and hissed. 

“It’s Saturday!” She yelled while furrowing her brows, and covering her face with a blanket again, but the noise didn’t stop now that she was awake, she could decipher the noise now. It was a cry. I cry from her mother. 

“Mom?” she called as she climbed down from her bed hurriedly and down the stairs, still in the red dress, she was wearing from last night. 

She found her mother crying on the couch hiding her face in her hands, and her father talking with two police officers while trying to call some number on the house landline. 

“Dad, what’s happening? Why’s the police here?” She asked as she ran towards her mother. 

On seeing her, they all rushed towards her, but one of the office men beat them all while talking. 

“Miss Ashley, we have to ask you some questions about what happened last night. You need to answer our questions truthfully and tell me everything that happened.” 

“Why do you want my statement, officer?” She asked, confused, watching the urgency in their eyes. 

“Late last night, your parents received a call from an anonymous caller telling your father he’s got your elder sister.” The officer explained. 

“What?!” Ashley exclaimed in shock, trembling a bit. Not in her wildest dreams will she ever think anyone from her family would be kidnapped.