Damien

Damien

I watched the sweat drip down the walls.  Black walls slick with excitement and energy.  I could taste the foul drop in the back of my throat; a second hit from my burning nostril.  I slammed my fist down on the bar making the thick glasses jump in surprise.  John shot a scowl in my direction as he rushed to another customer.

‘Serve me mate!’  I shouted fumbling for my wallet.

‘Oi, f**k off son I was before you!’  A female voice retorted.  I turned slightly and came face to face with her.  She flipped her long red hair out of her face and narrowed her eyes.  Blue eyes. 

‘And What?’ 

‘What?  A drink?’  I smirked.

‘Nope.’  She pulled a tenner from her lace bra.

‘Disaronno on the rocks?’  John pushed the glass towards her.  Now it was my turn to throw him a scowl. 

‘What?’  He grinned knowingly.  The redhead turned to the crowded dance floor.

‘Laters.  Babe.’  Sarcasm dripped like the sweat and I watched her strut to a table in the corner.  I used the bar as a support.  What just happened?  John returned, laughing.

‘You’ve met Sam then?’

‘Wow, I suppose I have.  She’s a piece of work.’  I muttered, downing my drink.  I watched as another man sleazed up to her.  He quickly retreated, tail between his legs.

‘Has she got a boyfriend then?  Or is she a lesbian?  Definitely one of those two, she must be if she doesn’t want me.’  I shoved a handful of peanuts in my mouth, instantly regretting it.  John smiled at my facial expression.

‘She is not a lesbian, nor does she have a boyfriend.  Just a lot of bollocks.’

‘Oh.  Right.  That’s not fair she hasn’t even sampled the goods and she’s turning me down!’  I grumbled, checking my wallet for a small bag.  I straightened myself up and tapped my nose at John before heading to the toilets.  I pushed the door with a grimace as a foul stench washed over me.  There was a free cubicle, the door was hanging precariously.  I withdrew the small bag from my wallet and tipped the white powder onto the back of the toilet.  Suddenly there was a cold hand around my neck.  She pushed me back against the door, pressing her perfect tits against me.

‘So, you guna share that?’  She whispered, tracing my jaw with a long finger.  I could feel her hot breath, tickling my lips.

‘Er, yeh, sure.’  I mumbled as she slowly backed away.  I racked up two lines.  Her breath was ragged with anticipation as I handed her a rolled up twenty. 

‘Ahh, it’s nice stuff!’  She murmured passing it back.  I felt her cold hand on my arm as she leant into kiss my cheek.  Her perfume was musky, a refreshing change.  She slipped out of the cubicle and the door swung towards me.  I caught it and followed her but she had gone.  I found John wiping a table down.

‘Alright?’  He looked up and motioned to wipe his nose.  I swiped at mine, catching a button.

‘Mate, seriously you’re bleeding.’  John handed me a tissue with a look of disgust on his face.

‘I have to get her.  Where did she go?’ 

‘She literally just left but you should sit down mate, your face, it’s kind of fucked.’  John frowned as I stuffed the tissue in my pocket and straightened my jacket. 

‘I’m not even guna ask if I look okay, and for once I don’t care.  Look I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Bye and good luck.’  John exhaled and carried on cleaning.  I ran to the door and along to the alleyway.  I saw her red hair; she was curled up on the floor.  As I rounded the corner I saw a man towering over her.  He kicked her.  Hard.  She recoiled and I heard her sobs echo as I got closer.  Suddenly my adrenaline kicked in and it surged through me; coke and all.  I jumped on his back, pulling his jaw round.  He fell down and I laid punch after punch to his face.  She screamed as he pulled a knife from his pocket.  He slashed my face and so I backed away.  I could feel blood pouring from my cheek.  He struggled to his feet and ran off.  Sam looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

‘I’m sorry, you didn’t have to help me.’  She turned her face, trying to cover her bruises.

‘You okay though?’

‘Yeh, just need to go home.  You wanna come?’  She stood up and pulled her keys from her pocket.  I called the taxi company.

‘Your taxi will be here in a couple of minutes, laters.  Babe.’  I stroked her face before slinking off down the road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sam

I couldn’t believe what had just happened as I watched him limp down the road.  The moon illuminated him and his soft leather jacket. 

‘Wait!’  I called after him.  He raised his hand and carried on.  This wasn’t meant to happen; usually they would do anything to have their way with me. 

            I double locked the door behind me and walked into the bathroom.  The acid yellow walls attacked my swollen eyes as I flicked the lights on.  I gently touched my bloodied face and reached for as flannel.  I washed away the drama and alcohol from the evening.  I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.  He had saved me and rejected me.  How does that work?

            I awoke to the sunlight pouring into my dull room.  I put my face on and pulled on some clothes.  John seemed friendly with this guy, I could find him.

            I hammered on the club door.  I saw John peep out of the window and I heard footsteps and the door clicked.

‘What’s up?  S**t! Come in!  What the hell happened to you?’  He opened the door wider and I followed him in.  I couldn’t help the tears that burst out as I explained last night’s events.

‘Oh Sam, I’m so sorry.  Where is Damien?’  John squeezed my hand and went over to the bar.  It was made of dark oak.  I’d never noticed it in daylight before.  The knots in the wood gathered on one place.  John returned with some whisky and two glasses.

‘Here, it will help.  I promise.’ 

‘Thanks.’  I managed a weak smile.  ‘Where is he? I thought you would know?  I need his address.’

John grimaced and turned away.

‘Please, John.  Don’t make me beg.’  Now it was my turn to take his hand.  He sighed and scribbled it out on a napkin.

‘Thank you so much.  I’ll make it up to you.’  I wrapped him in a hug before darting out into the street.  I didn’t know this area very well and so I jumped into a taxi and gave the driver the piece of paper.

‘You alright, sweetheart you look a little shaken?’  He was a fat balding man with kind eyes.

‘Just need to find this guy.  It’s rather important.’  I replied fumbling with my woollen cardigan.

            We arrived at his house quicker than I expected.  I had no plan of what to say.  I just had to see him and I had no idea why.  I rang the doorbell.  I waited for what seemed like forever.  I turned to go and then I heard the locks move.  My heart skipped a beat and I swivelled on the spot to face him.  The cut on his face was stitched carefully.  He still looked amazing with a slash on his face.

‘Sup?’  He drawled, leaning on blue doorframe. 

‘Er, I’m not really sure...’  I trailed off.  I knew I shouldn’t have come here.  F***s sake.  I looked at my feet.  I felt his warm hand take mine.

‘Come in.’ He gently tugged at my hand.  When he shut the door he wrapped his arms around me.

‘I’m sorry for leaving you last night I just needed to clear my head, get stitches and all that.’  He whispered in my ear.  I held him tighter against me.

‘You guna tell me what happened in the alley before I got there?’

‘Does it matter?’  I pulled away and walked over to the window.  I watched the cars crawl past.

‘It kind of does.  I don’t generally tend to get injured for no reason.  I may have been a little drugged up but I can still tell when something is not right.’  He dragged his hand through his hair and paced around.

‘He wanted money.  Money that I owe him.  Money that I haven’t got.’  I hung my head in shame, picking at the loose fabric from the curtain.

‘How much?’  He questioned with a raised eyebrow.  I shook my head.

‘Listen sweetheart, pull it together you have to pay him back.  I’m not guna be able to save you all the time.’  He muttered.  I was shocked; how could he be so heartless?  I would of course pay them if I had the money.

‘Listen, I have to go.  Bye’  I hurried to the door and slammed it behind me.