wild night

"Suzzy I honestly don't want to get involved in this mess honestly. I've had a bad week and I just want to stay home.” I whine.

“No, you've been sad all week, ever since you didn't get that job. I mean, that was a once in a lifetime opp--”

"Suzzy” I cut her off, “can we not talk about that, or anything related to that.”? I plead with her.

She sighs “fine! But that man is a freaking douche. Ugh” she slams the car door shut, but it could hardly be heard over the loud music booming from the club.

Leave it to suzzy Flores to take you out for a wild night. She's a good friend, I think our fifteen years of friendship can narrate that, but you can never trust a Flores with your life, especially this one.

“Come on Santiago! Don't be such a bore. Live a little, and honestly, fuck Men!” She yells into my ear. We had already made into the club.

If there's one major reason why I'd never attend clubs, it'll be the sweaty bodies and hot alcohol breaths coming at you from every different angle. I grimace.

We get to the bar and suzzy pulls me closer to her side. She whispers something to the bartender, and he looks over to my side, his eyes eyeing me hungrily. Disgusting.

He grins and nods towards the exit door in the bar section. Suzzy smiles broadly and hugs the bartender, her boobs joining in on the hug.

They seem pretty close, I don't even want to know how she met this one.

She pulls me towards the exit and grins so devilishly, that it makes me regret my decision of leaving the house. “I'm going to get you so fucked up, Debra Santiago. So fucked up.” We get lost in the engulfing darkness immediately she opens the door.

Everything else? Everything else was a total blur.

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“Santiago!” Suzzy screams drunk dazed, she's wrapped tightly in the arms of some random she met. I clumsily lift my head from the table and stare at her. She waves at me, pointing upstairs and then at the man holding her.

I smile and cheer her on, even if she didn't need it.

I just hope she doesn't get mixed up with some bad people, that would be a severe problem. Without hesitation, she moves with the man and they both make their way upstairs, where I suppose the beds are.

I gulp another glass of tequila down my throat, feeling the sting Pierce my throat. I've downed more tequila shots I normally would have taken in two months, I don't drink; but tonight? Tonight we go all out.

My phone vibrates beside me and I hiccup out of shock.

I hastily grab the phone and stuff it into my bag. I stand from the bar stool but lose my footing, I fall on my side, my right thigh hitting the floor forcefully.

"Shit” I curse. I'm about lifting myself from the floor when a hand appears in front of my face.

I look up to see who it is, but my vision isn't exactly 20/20, coupled with the dizziness from the many tequila shots, and I didn't even wear my contact lenses. Furthermore, I sigh and accept the hand.

“Thank you.” I say, trying to free my hand from his grasp, but he doesn't seem to want to let go.

“I'll only accept that thanks if you add a little something on top” he slips his index finger into the gap between our joined hands and rubs my palm. The gesture doesn't need more explanation, and it shoots a burst of irritation into my body, I connect my fist with his face and push past him.

He doesn't bother chasing after me as people already shoot their attention towards our direction. He walks away, moving on to his next unsuspecting victim.

I burst open the door where suzzy, and I walked through 2 hours ago and walk past the bar. It appears that room is for VIPs, it explains why it's not as crowded as this particular place.

I walk past the bartender of before and struggle past the sweaty bodies, making my way to the back door.

I burst open the door and the first thing to hit my nostrils was the fresh air. I just realized I have been inhaling cigarettes and alcohol.

I sigh and pull out my phone from my bag, I'm feeling a little sober now; after that sex offender scared the shit out of me.

I check my phone and see numerous missed calls from my mom, I sigh and scroll through the rest of notifications. She worries too much.

I click on a voice message sent by my mom, when a loud bang startled me, making me drop my phone. It doesn't stop with just the bang, a couple of grunts and hissing followed. What the fuck?

I pick up my phone, pausing the voice message and following the sound. Someone could be getting their ass beat right now by thugs, the amount of thug report had skyrocketed over the past few weeks.

I hear noises coming from the opposite building, it could be them! I pull out my phone to dial 911.

I'll need to get a closer look to report exactly what I see.

I peep from my hiding spot, my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets with the sight before me. A man, nearly in his 30s is lying on the floor covered in blood. Is he still alive? I can't tell.

My hands begin to tremble.

My breathing becoming labored, he needs help.

“Where is it?” A voice questions the dying man.

He merely coughs up blood as a response. A leg connects with his side, sending him flying to a nearby trash can. I gasp.

“This is your last warning, Mr. Wang. Where is it?” The man asks again, but this time he meant business.

Mr. Wang, as they called him, lifted his bloody head and began pleading in his local dialect.

Just then a figure appeared from behind them, was he watching them beforehand?

He's big, bigger than the rest of them and quite frankly, it's obvious who he is. The gang leader. He has this Aura around him, and it's dark.

He walks over to Mr. Wang, not having as much patience as the others, he draws out his gun and the next thing I hear is a loud bang.

I shriek, closing my eyes and moving back instantly. I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything. I chant repeatedly.

Did he shoot him? That man just killed someone without remorse, without hesitation.

This madness has to stop.

An idea instantly pops into my head, and with shaky hands, I turn on my phone and click the camera application, if I need to stop it I'll need evidence.

I press record, but unluckily for me, my camera flashlight was on, and it caught the attention of the thugs. They all snap their heads to my direction.

“Fuck!" One of them yells.

“Andare dietro a lei” another yells in Italian.

“Jesus Christ” I gasp out and start sprinting down the back alley.