Hey y'all I finally gots a new chappie for all ma lurrrvely readers. I think I may get mixed reviews with this one...but still. I leave it on a huge cliffhanger ^^
Rated NC-17/18 ~ Scenes of a sexual nature, strong language, violence, coarse sexual references, gun control, excessive alcohol use
...I have to warn of even the
littlest things
Ships in this chapter:
Brunettshipping
Belleshipping.....
Contestshipping (?)
May/Dawn if ya wanna get picky lol
Drew/Misty
Pokeshipping references
...in other words: a lot
Gangs of London
Chapter 5
‘Hi May,’ Dawn said into her mobile quietly.
‘Oh, Dawn, hey!’ was the woman’s reply, and Dawn’s heart sank even more at the happiness and innocence of her tone, ‘I was hoping to here from you to find out what is going on for Hustlers.’
‘Yeah…well, Drew wanted me to tell you that we will pick you up at quarter to nine tomorrow. He’s paying, so you will only need money for drinks and stuff. Dress nice but sexy.’
‘Drew said that…?’
‘Well the last bit was me, because that’s how you dress at Hustlers,’ Dawn replied, ‘is that okay?’
‘Yeah, that should be fab. I’ll see you tomorrow then?’
‘Yeah, bye May.’
Dawn hung up the phone and let it slip from her hand and onto the bed, beginning to slip her night-dress off as she walked into her en suite bathroom. The feeling of guilt overtaking her was almost unbearable. She didn’t want to go against Drew’s wishes for too many reasons to name, but she also hated having to lie and deceive her new friend who she truly cared about. It was a no-win situation, but the figuration was that she had known Drew longer and owed him more.
Dawn stepped into the warm water of the shower she had begun to run and closed her eyes, hoping that the water would wash away her insecurities and problems. She ran her fingers through her soaking hair and lifted her head, so that the water washed over her face and neck. It was amazing how much the water could relax her. That was until she heard Drew call her from inside her room, and Dawn practically ripped the shower curtain off the wall in shock.
‘What…Drew?’ Dawn spluttered, grabbing a towel hastily and stepping out of the shower.
‘Oh…you decent?’ Drew asked, and Dawn was amused in seeing that he had his arm over his eyes, awaiting for her to come out.
‘Yes, what’s wrong?’
Dawn was freezing, the tiny towel not protecting her from the icy air in the room, whipping against her wet skin. Drew turned and couldn’t stop his eyes from looking her up and down, though he managed to hide it with a cool smirk.
‘I just wanted to know if you had already gone to bed, cause’ I am gonna’ have a drink. Not that I give a ****, but having a drink with you would be slightly better than one on my own,’ Drew said, eyeing Dawn’s pink face.
‘Sure,’ Dawn breathed, ‘just give me about half an hour and I’ll be down.’
Drew laughed and walked back out of the room, leaving a blushing Dawn to scuttle back into the bathroom and dive into the shower again. He sure did pick his moments to pop up randomly.
*
‘Hello,’ Dawn yawned, padding into the living room in a bathrobe and slippers.
‘I managed to have a shower in ten minutes this morning before going to the airport, and you take an hour…’ Drew said incredulously, throwing a can of Carling to her.
‘You don’t have as much hair as me. It takes longer to wash.’
‘B
ollocks.’
‘It does!’
‘Not forty-five minutes longer.’
Dawn giggled and opened her can, then glaring at Drew as he tried to light a cigarette.
‘No!’ she scolded, as though talking to a child.
‘My house.’
‘I clean it,’ Dawn said, walking over and lowering his hand from putting the *** in his mouth, ‘if you are going to smoke, do it in the garden.’
‘Dawn…you’re soaking me.’
‘Excuse me?’
Drew reached up and squeezed a chunk of Dawn’s hair, so that water seeped through his fingers.
‘Your hair is soaking and you are leaning over me,’ he gestured to the water that had dripped onto his shirt with one eyebrow slightly raised, ‘move.’
‘Sorry,’ she murmured.
‘But fine, I won’t make your precious living room smell of smoke, but you’ve got to come in the garden with me.’
Dawn tightened her bathrobe, a little nervous that she was naked underneath it, and knowing that she would freeze at this time of night outside. She shook her wet hair from her face and followed Drew to the patio doors, which he slid across so quickly that they crashed loudly. That’s some addiction he has that he is willing to trash the house in pursuit to inhale smoke, Dawn thought with an amused smile.
Drew stepped onto the concrete slabs and leaned against the wall, lighting one of his cigarettes before Dawn had even got outside.
‘Cold much?’ Drew asked, smoke swirling from his mouth as he spoke, eyeing Dawn’s shivering, ‘well you should put some clothes on then.’
‘I didn’t know I would have to come out here.’
‘Come here,’ Drew laughed, putting his arm around Dawn’s tiny frame and pulling her against him.
‘Er…what are you…?’ Dawn tried, blushing.
‘Keeping you warm divvy, what do you think?’
‘Oh…thanks.’
‘I guess I will have to turn my head though,’ Drew said, taking another drag of his *** and blowing the smoke to his left, away from Dawn, ‘appreciate this.’
Dawn giggled and let her head lean against Drew’s chest carefully, secretly blissful. They stayed silent, Dawn’s eyes slowly closing with tiredness and how warm and tender she felt in this position.
‘Dawn, don’t get falling asleep on me,’ Drew said loudly, throwing his sc
ut onto the floor and treading on it, ‘come on.’
He kept his arm around her and led them into the house, closing the patio doors with one hand. Dawn kept her body against Drew, but opened her can and sipped at it with her hands, licking her lips at the tangy taste of lager. It wasn’t the nicest taste in the world, but she had gotten used to it.
‘Can we watch a film?’ Dawn asked quietly.
‘Long as I get to pick.’
‘Inevitable.’
‘Creep?!’ Dawn shrieked, when Drew came back downstairs with a DVD, ‘why that film?!’
‘’Cause I get to pick.’
After only half an hour into the film, Dawn had sprung from her place in the armchair and had snuck over to Drew, who was lounging on the sofa as if he was watching Scooby-Doo.
‘Drew…I don’t like this,’ Dawn whimpered, not caring about appearing immature.
‘Relax, it hasn’t got to the worst bits yet.’
‘What?’ she spluttered.
She chose this moment to look at the television screen, where a screeching sound similar to a crow had just started. Dawn jumped in shock and grabbed Drew’s hand which was laying absently on his leg. Drew’s eyes widened slightly and he looked down at the contact, but Dawn seemed too scared to care. She didn’t let go of him until it finally got to a scene where lots of writing was scrolling up the screen…the credits.
‘I…didn’t…like…that,’ Dawn breathed, ‘that is the most horrible film I have ever seen!’
She loosened her grip of Drew’s hand and slipped hers away from him. He smirked and thrust a bottle in front of Dawn’s eyes.
‘What’s that?’ she asked.
‘Whiskey, very strong,’ Drew answered, ‘drink that and your fear will go away.’
‘Oh shut up,’ Dawn said, but nevertheless took a large mouthful of it.
It burnt her throat slightly, a similar occurrence to drinking pure vodka. She coughed and handed the bottle back to Drew, who shrugged at her.
‘It’s not for everyone.’
‘I’m going to bed,’ Dawn said quietly, ‘the mixture of alcohol and that film has taken its toll on me.’
She smiled, walking out of the room and up the stairs. She hated horror films and hoped that she wouldn’t be scared once her room was pitch black and it was time to sleep.
Drew got up from the sofa and took a final gulp of whiskey. There was no point staying down there on his own, and he just needed to tell Dawn that he had business and stuff in the morning. He jogged up the stairs and over to Dawn’s bedroom door. It was slightly open, so he pushed it a little more, immediately regretting he had. Dawn had slipped her bathrobe off, and was in pyjama shorts…and nothing else. She had her back to him and was tying her hair into a ponytail. Without even meaning to, Drew directed his eyes to the full length mirror in the room, catching a long glimpse of her front.
‘Sh
it,’ Drew hissed to himself, jolting away from the door before Dawn noticed him.
He shouldn’t of seen that. She was his cousin’s wife…
But he had seen her. Seen what he could’ve seen the other night, had Dawn not stopped it. He couldn't help but feel for the woman living with him. The woman Paul had and he didn't...
‘Drew?’ Dawn peeked around her bedroom door, and he noticed that she now had a small, pink vest one, ‘you okay? Aren’t you going to bed?’
‘Yeah, g’night,’ Drew said, turning away and walking into his room before she could speak again.
Dawn stared after him in confusion and padded back into her room. She pulled back her duvet and climbed into bed, turning the light off and blinking in the darkness. She stared up at her ceiling for over ten minutes, pondering about Hustlers and what it would be like with May there. She, herself, hadn’t been there in months.
She closed her eyes, but they flew open at a creak in the room. The house was large and old, so it was imminent. However, after watching that film, Dawn clutched her quilt uneasily at such a noise.
After twenty more minutes of feeling scared and uneasy, Dawn crept surreptitiously out of the room and across the hall. She rested her hands upon Drew’s door for a few moments, before turning the handle and opening it quietly. His room was slightly lighter than hers as it was at the front of the house, so rays from the moon and streetlamps crept through his curtains.
Drew was lying on his side in the double-bed, his eyes closed and peaceful. Dawn had never seen Drew asleep, apart from on various aeroplane trips, but that was different. Rather
this was different. Seeing him so mild and gentle…
Dawn tip-toed around the bed and snuck underneath his quilt, being careful not to disturb him. Getting closer to him, she could feel his bare back against her arm, causing her to shiver.
‘Drew…’ Dawn whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder and peering at his face.
Drew turned so that he was lying on his back, but didn’t wake. Dawn stared down at his slightly parted lips, his sleeping eyes and his slowly rising chest. Not concluded on whether to wake him, Dawn brushed Drew’s fringe from his eyes and savoured the sound of his soft breathing. Deciding on her next action and determined not to feel guilty, she brushed her lips against his delicately. When he didn’t wake, she pressed her lips gently against his mouth, moving her hand down onto his cheek.
Drew’s eyes opened and he pulled away from Dawn as a reflex.
‘Dawn?’ he asked groggily.
‘I was scared,’ she whispered, moving her hand from his face and blushing deeply, ‘I’m sorry.’
‘What? You want to stay in here?’ Drew asked, rubbing his eyes and looking at her properly.
‘Is that okay?’ she mumbled.
‘Why not?’ Drew said hoarsely, though he could think of a very good reason that was away in America.
‘Thank you Drew…’
Drew lifted slightly from his pillow and Dawn met his face, kissing him and allowing him to pull her onto his torso. Dawn was breathless as she fell back against the other pillow, Drew lying over her and kissing her passionately. His hand was moving along the soft material of her vest and felt a sharp intake of breath from Dawn as he reached her chest. She arched her back slightly and wrapped her arms around Drew’s neck, both of their breaths becoming faster.
Drew moved his face down to kiss Dawn’s neck and collarbone, causing her to make a small squeaking sound. She sounded so young. So sweet. So desirable. But she wasn’t his. If he carried on, he wouldn’t be able to stop and he knew it. Drew broke the kiss and watched as Dawn stared at him, her eyes big with confusion.
‘Dawn, stop,’ Drew said quietly.
‘Why?’ Dawn asked breathlessly, lifting her head to kiss him again.
‘’Cause…’
‘Because what?’
‘I don’t trust myself,’ Drew murmured.
He gently slipped his hand from her body and moved back to his own pillow. Dawn looked upset and embarrassed, so Drew slid her over to him and held her under the quilt, to which she snuggled against him, feeling protected. She was still sad that Drew stopped, but closed her eyes anyway, willing sleep to take her.
‘Goodnight Dawn,’ Drew whispered, caressing her back with his hand gently.
‘Night…’
***
‘Misty, when you get this give me a call!’ Drew said heatedly into his mobile for the third time that morning.
He felt like smashing the phone against the floor, but it was a £200 mobile and he couldn’t be arsed to give everyone a new number. It was obvious that Misty was blanking his calls. Some bloody cheek she had.
‘Dawn,’ Drew shouted, advancing into his room and staring at Dawn’s sleeping figure, ‘Dawn! Wake up!’
She stirred quietly in her sleep, her eyes beginning to open, searching for the source of the awakening. Her eyes focused on Drew and a small smile crept onto her dry lips. She propped her body onto her elbow and brushed her hair back from her face groggily.
‘
Yes?’ she asked comically.
‘I have stuff to do, so you’ll be here on your own for a few hours. If you need anything I’ll have my phone. In emergency, my shotgun is in the loose floorboard under the rug in the computer room-’
‘Drew stop!’ Dawn said, almost laughing, ‘I am old enough to take care of myself. Why are you so paranoid?’
‘I’m not, I’m always like this because I know some of the ****-heads that would use you to get to me…I mean Paul,’ he said quickly, grabbing a coat from his wardrobe and eyeing his face in the mirror.
‘Okay…way to make me feel safe Drew,’ she said, too quiet for him to hear her.
Drew was brushing a hand across his jaw, a frown imprinted on his face coldly. Dawn tied her hair in a ponytail quickly and he noticed her looking at him in the mirror.
‘What?’
‘You are amazingly vain for a man,’ she said lightly.
‘I haven’t had time to b
astard shave,’ Drew snapped, backing away from the mirror and looking disgruntled.
Dawn got to her feet and turned Drew to face her. She lifted a hand and stroked it across his right cheek, feeling the bristles of his unshaven skin under hers. She let her hand slip from his face hastily and smiled, ‘I think you look fine. Slightly rugged is good…’
Drew cocked an eyebrow at her in amusement and shook his head. Dawn was so appealing and beautiful to him, but he had already convinced himself that nothing was to happen between them. Nothing more anyway. She was married and he could be a father…
*
‘Ash, open this fu
cking door or I will break it down and then kick the sh
it out of you without explanation!’ Drew yelled.
He was about to draw back his foot to kick it, when the sound of the lock being pulled back was heard from inside. The door open, but stopped after about a few inches due to the chain. A man of about twenty-six years stared at Drew coldly through the gap, his unruly black hair hadn’t changed in the three years since Drew had seen him.
‘What?’ Ash snapped.
‘Excuse me…’
Drew smiled and Ash’s eyes widened in confusion, but it soon became clear what Drew had been thinking. He moved forwards sharply, colliding with the door and shocking Ash. His strength broke the pitiful chain instantly. Ash stepped back in horror, watching Drew carefully as he walked in and slammed the door behind him.
‘Where is Misty?’ Drew asked shortly.
‘Mate, I don’t know,’ Ash tried, putting his hands in front of him, ‘I saw her a couple of weeks ago and you must’ve seen her since then.’
‘Don’t lie to me!’ Drew yelled, walking forwards and pushing Ash aside, staring around the living room and hall, ‘is she here?’
‘No! The last I heard she went to her mother’s.’
‘Phone her!’
‘What?’
‘I said phone her!’ Drew said angrily, grabbing the landline from the wall and shoving it towards Ash, ‘put her on loud speaker and ask her where she is. Let her know that you are doing it on my behalf and I will lamp you.’
‘Lamp…?’
‘I will kick the living sh
it out of you and possibly put you in intensive care! Got it?’
Ash looked as though he was about to argue but, seeing the serious and dark tone in Drew’s tired eyes, he obviously decided better of it. Putting the phone on speakerphone, he dialled Misty’s mobile number and let it ring. After about four rings, Misty’s alert voice answered. Drew’s eyes narrowed and his blood boiled. So she would answer the phone to this to
sser and not to him?
‘Hello? Ash?’ Misty’s voice asked.
‘Yeah Mist it’s me,’ Ash said hoarsely, ‘where are you?’
‘I told you last night that I would be at my apartment all day today,’ Misty said, sounding confused.
Drew clenched his fist tightly and gave Ash a sarcastic smile.
‘Ash? Is everything okay?’
Drew covered the mouth piece and whispered in Ash’s ear, ‘tell her that everything is fine but you won’t be able to talk to her for a bit because you are going to have a long nap.’
Ash gave Drew a disgusted look and shook his head in defiance. Drew pulled one side of his jacket open, revealing a small, black pistol, and he didn’t look as though he was kidding.
‘Now,’ he mouthed.
‘Misty, sorry but I won’t be able to talk for a bit because I am going to take a long nap.’
‘What, are you okay?’ Misty asked.
‘Yes, just tiredness. See you.’
‘Bye honey.’
As soon as Ash had hung up the phone, Drew punched him forcefully in the stomach. He stumbled in shock quickly yelping for him to think about what he did, but Drew was too fired up to care. He grabbed Ash by his shoulders and pinned him against the wall violently, his teeth gritted in anger. Ash was unsure of whether Drew had been drinking or why he was suddenly here. Though, actually, he had a pretty good idea…
‘I am going to see Misty now, as you have probably guessed,’ Drew hissed, ‘if you phone or contact her to let her know that I am going, I will come back and I will do what I wanted to do years ago!’
He gave Ash a final look on contempt and swept out of the flat, zipping his jacket up to hide the gun on his belt. His temper was so high that he was almost scared that he wouldn’t be able to control it. Not that he would care doing anything to Ash, on the contrary he would pride in it. However…Misty. He had to be careful around her.
After driving through three red lights and narrowly missing a lorry, Drew arrived at Misty’s apartment, his breath short in anticipation. He closed his eyes in order to contain his fury and knocked lightly on the door. Misty opened it almost immediately, her eyes widening at the sight of Drew. She tried to close the door again, but Drew jammed his foot in the way.
‘Drew, go away!’ Misty cried, as he pushed the door open and walked in.
‘What the fu
ck have I done?’ Drew shouted, walking in and standing over her threateningly, ‘you just went to see your Mom and suddenly you ain’t talking to me!’
‘Just please…go!’ she shrieked.
‘Are you pregnant?!’ Drew asked loudly, ‘tell me!’
‘Yes!’
‘Is it mine?’
‘I don’t know!’ Misty screamed.
‘What the fu
ck do you mean, you don’t know?!’ Drew yelled, taken aback, ‘you mean there is a possibility that it isn’t?’
She didn’t answer him, and Drew stepped forwards angrily, so Misty had to press herself against the wall to remain away from him. Her red hair was messy, but still in somehow-perfect curly waves around her shoulders, reaching down to her chest. She was so pretty…in a different way to Dawn. She was twenty eight, so much more mature than May, Dawn and any other attractive girl he knew.
She had the look of a 1930s pin-up girl. Her waves reminded him of the hair of a model like Marilyn Monroe or Dita Von Teese. Though her hair was different, it still gave her that look in the way she held herself and her full lips, that were usually a dark red or pink. Her figure was tiny, smaller even than Dawn’s and sometimes it annoyed Drew at just how thin she was. Almost unhealthily.
‘You better put on weight.’
‘What?’
‘If the baby is mine, I don’t want your pathetic eating habits to kill it, put on weight or you will lose it!’
‘Fu
ck you Drew! As if you give a sh
it about the baby!’
‘Don’t start me Misty!’ Drew hissed.
‘What are you gonna’ do about it? What if I told you that I don’t really give a sh
it about you or your life? You are pitiful, you are gonna’ get yourself killed and I won’t shed a tear when you do!’
Drew put a hand to Misty’s throat sharply and she flinched, but didn’t stop.
‘I loved you!’ she sobbed, tears suddenly bursting out of her eyes, ‘I gave you my heart and soul, loved you with all my heart! You never loved me, I know you didn’t! So now I am standing on my own!’
‘Bullsh
it!’ Drew said through gritted teeth, ‘you have always been a little sl
ag.’
Misty looked as though he had slapped her. So she returned it. Drawing back her hand, she hit Drew as hard as she could. He tensed in shock, but (like when Dawn pushed him), it barely moved him.
‘You know how to fu
cking test me!’ Drew said, tightening his grip on her throat before even thinking about what he was doing.
Misty gave a small cry as Drew refused to let go, breathing heavily from his anger.
‘Is that what you will do Drew?’ Misty asked quietly, ‘kill me? You would kill a woman and her baby?’
‘Shut up! Just shut up!’ Drew spat, practically shaking in fury.
He didn’t know what he was doing. He had never treated Misty like this, but then again she had never acted the way she had either. But he couldn’t kill her. Even if she wasn’t pregnant, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
He pulled his hand away from her neck slowly, taking a small step back from her. She looked petrified but confused, lifting a hand and stroking her neck lightly.
‘Just get out…please…’ Misty whispered, staring at Drew fearfully.
‘You will tell me if the baby is mine, and if you don’t…’ Drew trailed off but he knew he made his point as he stared at her in contempt.
Misty was left to cry on her own as Drew walked out, leaving the front door open. He would know… He would know that she had slept with Ash if she told him…
***
‘May…hold still!’ Dawn snaps.
‘I don’t like the idea of what you’re
doing!’ I snap back.
‘Just give me two more seconds…’
Dawn tightens the strap at the back of my tube-top and ties it in a bow hastily, standing back in triumph.
‘Dawn…what did you…?’ I stop as I walk over to Dawn’s full length mirror, a smile slowly forming on my lips.
The shirt belonging to Danika had been too big, but Dawn has worked magic with it. She has cut the bottom (which I wasn’t sure about at first, but it actually works) so that it shows some of my stomach, and her strap work has meant that it doesn’t hang too low. It does however (I can’t help but notice), make my chest look…big. According to Dawn that is a very good thing, and that she would love to have breasts like mine. Lovely to have such an upfront friend.
‘Give us a twirl,’ Dawn says with a giggle.
I do so and feel my cheeks flush with happiness. I haven’t been out like this in years. My short, denim skirt is “well sexy” as Dawn calls it, but not sleazy at all. This baby-blue tube top is fantastic too! Danika bought it from River Island in Telford about three years ago but never wore it. How fab!
I have to say though…Dawn looks incredible. Though she won’t allow me to compliment her. She is in a black, leather skirt reaching to just above her knees, with a studded silver belt, and has a black top/vest that is in the shape of a V that only covers her chest, showing off her perfect toned tummy. It reminds me of the blue one Christina Aguilera wore in her Candy Man video and say so.
‘The one she is wearin’ at the end when they pick her up and Candy gets written on the screen?’
‘Yeah, except black. And yours is a bit smaller, but the shape is pretty much the same.’
‘Ah, sound.’
She has her hair tied into a spiky “peacock” as she calls it, and it flatters her face so well. She told me to keep my hair down but to straighten it and tuck one side behind my ear and hold it there with a clip. God, she is like some sort of party mentor.
‘Dawn!’ Drew shouts.
‘Oh, he’s back!’ Dawn says quickly, ‘I’ll be back in a second.’
She hurries out of the room, and it seems that Drew is already making his way upstairs, because I can here their voices from the landing.
‘Where have you been?’ I hear Dawn ask, ‘I thought you were only going to be gone for the morning.’
‘Well, I’m back now,’ Drew’s voice sounds sharp and ticked off, ‘you look nice. Where’s your ID, I’ll put it in my jacket ready.’
‘On the side.’
‘Alright.’
I hear Drew run back down the stairs and Dawn flies back into the room, swiping a handbag from the bed.
‘Ready to go?’ she asks, giving her make-up one last check over.
‘Yeah,’ I say, turning back to the mirror and looking myself up and down self-consciously.
‘Dawn!’ Drew yells, ‘where’s your ID?’
She and I walk out of the room and start to walk down the stairs, while Dawn tuts and huffs at Drew’s inability to follow simple instructions.
‘On the side!’ she repeats impatiently.
‘There’s about twenty fu
cking sides in here!’ he shouts.
‘May, my ID is on the side, will you go and get it?’ Dawn asks, going into the living room for some reason.
I walk in and look over at one of the counters. Ah, there it is. I walk over and pick it up, tapping Drew’s shoulder to let him know.
‘How the…fu
ckin’
women,’ he curses, ‘you two ready to go?’
‘Yeah…er…’ I trail off, noticing his change in clothes choice: a long, white and brown shirt and light jeans, sounds simple but really goes, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t wait at the flat. Dawn invited me around earlier.’
‘I’d forgot so it’s a good job you did. Come on, we better head to Hustlers now. If we don’t get there before the priories then they won’t let Gary in.’
I consider asking about the priories, but knowing Drew’s allowances of speech, I decide better of it. I feel two hands on my waist and Dawn whispers in my ear so quietly that I can’t make out what she is saying.
‘Come again?’
‘Don’t ask about the priories…’ she says faintly.
Thank God for that.
*
‘Hello Andrew,’ a huge, African-British bouncer says to Drew, nodding at him in recognition.
Drew steps to the side, to let Dawn and I forward. The bouncer stares at Dawn for a second and nods to let her through. Oh good, she didn’t even have to show her ID. I go to follow and the bouncer holds out his arm quickly, shaking his head.
‘ID please.’
‘I…’
Sh
it and double merde! I haven’t brought my bloody ID…
‘Here mate,’ Drew says, stepping towards the bouncer and smiling fairly, ‘look at her. She ain’t under twenty-one, you can tell.’
The bouncer looks from Drew to me.
‘She ya missus?’ he asks slowly.
‘Yeah,’ Drew puts an arm around my waist quickly, pulling me close to him.
I blush in shock, but go along with it.
‘Ya know I’m right, just let her in.’
Drew’s hand slips down to my hip as he cocks his head to one side, as though daring the bouncer to say no. After a final look at my chest (which kind of freaks me out) and face, the bouncer nods and steps back to let us pass. I expect Drew to let me go, but instead he stands behind me, keeping his hands on my waist, ushering me to the side of the room, Dawn following close behind.
‘If the bouncers ask you, you are my missus,’ Drew hisses in a low voice.
‘Where’s Gary?’ I ask after nodding in acknowledgement at Drew.
‘He is already here, that’s why we didn’t pick him up. Unreliable ba
stard.’
I laugh and shake my head at Drew’s use of language. So creative.
‘Let’s darrrnce,’ Dawn says, faking Drew’s accent and pulling me towards the dance floor.
The song “
My neck, my back” by Khia is on and I am almost embarrassed at the language in it. Nevertheless, Danika and I used to make up sexy dances a lot in Shropshire, so I follow Dawn’s lead and sashay my hips and waist, enjoying myself to the full. I look over at Drew after the second song on ends. He is leaning against the bar, drinking a pint and watching Dawn and I dance, his eyes soft.
My eyes seek Gary, but I can’t find him…
‘Hey ladies,’ Drew comes over, holding a bottle of Smirn Off and a pint of lager, ‘Dawn I need to talk to you a sec’.’
‘May, will you be okay?’ Dawn asks in a shout over the music.
‘Fine.’
I don’t mind dancing alone, and accept the bottle of Smirn Off that Drew hands to me before walking away with Dawn. I gulp the tasty liquid down and look around the room. It is so alive! The ceiling is low and the thumping bass of the room vibrates everything, strobe lights and twisters matching the music. The floor is made up of checkers, all flashing different colours: also in time with the beating music. At the left side of this enormous room, there is a raised, long platform with poles reaching the ceiling are. At first I am at a loss of what they are, until I see a tarty brunette get up and start dancing on one. Fat chance am I doing that!
***
‘No, I’m sorry Drew,’ Dawn said, allowing someone to go past them into the men’s toilets, ‘I am not questioning her.’
‘You said you would!’ Drew hissed.
‘She won’t say anything and she is so innocent, I can’t do that.’
‘Fine, I will,’ Drew said, ‘don’t worry I’ll do it nicely.’
He grabbed Dawn’s arm and pulled her out of the toilet corridor and back into the club room. When they spotted May, she was standing by the bar, racing vodka shots with a brown-haired guy.
‘You’re sh
it!’ the man yelled at her, laughing and Dawn and Drew realised that it was Gary.
***
How does Gary expect me to beat him at drinking vodka shots? Honestly.
‘I have never drunk vodka before,’ I admit, giggling and feeling immensely happy.
Just one Smirn off and two vodka shots, and I can feel the alcohol going to my head. Gary pulls me onto the dance floor and pulls me close to him, as I twist my body in time with a speed garage version of “Riders on the Storm” by Snoop Dogg and the Doors. Gary runs his hands along my waist and I close my eyes, enjoying the contact. He puts his hands on the small of my back and presses me against him, so my shoulders and head are slightly back, like a position from Dirty Dancing.
I look to my left and see Drew and Dawn dancing, well…Dawn dancing. Drew is simply seeming to enjoy watching her, and she sometimes includes him in her little routines: pressing her hips to his and only moving the top half of her body, or putting her back to him and rocking her whole body with a mischievous smirk.
‘Drink!’ I shout, catching Dawn’s attention and she smiles, nodding.
We both jolt away from the men and over to the bar, where Dawn orders two Russian Reds, which she assures me is only thirty percent alcohol. Er…isn’t that a lot? They are small glasses, about twice the size of a shot glass. Dawn grins and downs hers in one, cringing at the taste and then smiling in triumph. I look at my glass of red liquid apprehensively and try my best to down it too. About three quarters slip down my throat and I splutter on the rest, some of it spilling down my top.
‘You okay?’ Dawn laughs, her voice showing signs of tipsiness.
‘Fab!’ I laugh with her, feeling so high that nothing can change it.
‘May,’ Gary says, clambering over and looking at me apologetically, ‘I have to go.’
‘Oh why?’ I slur, putting my hands on his shoulders and putting my face close to his.
‘Phoebe has just text and told me that she feels really sick, and could I take her to the hospital,’ he shouts above the music, ‘it could be something serious. I’m sorry.’
He kisses me and I respond quickly by opening my mouth and pressing myself closer to him. Oh…I’m so happy tonight. Hehe.
‘Bye,’ Gary says, pulling away after a few moments and looking breathless.
I hehe my way back onto the dance floor, pulling an amused Dawn with me. Drew comes over, accompanied by a tall guy who must be about nineteen.
‘Dawn, dance with Keith. You,’ he said, turning to look down at Keith (yes…down, shows how bloody tall he is), ‘don’t get too touchy with her.’
I feel slightly confused as Drew pulls me to one side, and Dawn goes off with Keith. A soft, love song comes on (still retaining its amazing beat) and Drew takes me to a less crowded part of the floor, putting his hands on my ribs - high waist. Still quite confuzzled, I respond by moving forwards and wrapping one arm around his neck and leaving the other one by my side, moving at a fast pace to the music.
‘May…’ Drew whispers closely in my ear, pulling me as close as is possible to him and pressing his forehead to mine, ‘do you trust me?’
‘I trust you,’ I slur, giggling.
‘Do you trust Dawn as much as me?’
‘I love ya both!’ I laugh.
‘So if Dawn asked about me…asked you to tell her what you know about me? Or what I have done, would you tell her?’
He is smiling and I grin childishly.
‘No, of course I wouldn’t!’ I say loudly, ‘what’s about you is your business! You have every secretive to be right!’
‘Yeah…something like that,’ he smirks in response.
He pulls an unopened packet of cigarettes from his pocket and gestures to them.
‘I am goin’ for a f
ag.’
‘I’ll come!’ I yell hastily.
I try to move sharply from my place and stumble, realising just how much the drink is effecting me. Drew grabs my shoulders hastily and I laugh and cling to his arm, struggling to walk in a straight line to the door. The bouncers give me a dirty look but they quickly vanish after a small glare from Drew. We walk a few metres away from the door along the side of the building and I can still hear the beat and singing of the music. It sounds so good that I start to dance again, singing along quietly.
Drew is leaning against the wall, smoking and watching me with an amused smile. I slink over to him and pick the cigarette from his hand and take a drag sexily, blowing the smoke up into the air. To be honest, Danika got me into smoking when I was fourteen until I was sixteen, so I can inhale. Drew raises one eyebrow as I twirl around, still holding the *** in one hand.
‘Hey! Gimme my fake back, May,’ Drew calls, coming over and plucking it from my fingers.
‘Now that’s just very mean!’ I pout, poking his arm and he-heing to myself, ‘I demand that you give me some of that cigar!’
‘Oh, this is a cigar is it?’ Drew asks in a fake-inquisitive tone.
I ignore his question and fling my arms around his neck, leaning against him and leaning my head into his shoulder, laughing quietly. Drew doesn’t respond to me so I poke his cheek a couple of times, which seems to annoy him.
‘May, stop being stupid.’
He pushes me away gently, but I only laugh again, wondering what he is doing.
‘I once…’ I start, tapping his arm and grinning, ‘slept with a guy I met at a club…’
‘Uhuh.’
‘Yeah…he weren’t as good looking as you,’ I say flirtatiously, ‘so…I like you more than him.’
‘Come on, we’re going back inside,’ Drew says, throwing what is left of his f
ag on the floor and grabbing my arm.
‘Why…why don’t we go somewhere else…?’ I ask, giggling, ‘I don’t think Gary would mind if I had…intimacy with you.’
Drew ignores my fantabulous idea and drags me back to the door.
‘Something wrong?’ one of the bouncers asks as Drew pulls me roughly back towards the club doors.
‘Her,’ Drew snaps, not letting go of my arm.
‘Ooh, Drew Scathen is having trouble controlling his missus,’ one of them snickers to the other, just loud enough for Drew to hear them.
‘Shut-the-fu
ck-up!’ he snaps, standing up straight and letting me go.
‘Well, soz but she’s no Dawn,’ the bouncers look me up and down, ‘she looks like a Nursery teacher to me, have you sh
agged her yet?’
‘You don’t know me well enough to ask me that now shut the-’
‘Come on Andrew, we knew you when you were barely eighteen,’ the black bouncer says, he turns his eyes to me, ‘I’ve never known you go for the motherly type.’
Something seems to snap in Drew, and the pale-faced bouncer’s eyes seem to grow wide rather quickly. He tears his hand from my arm and grabs the bouncer who last spoke by his jacket and smacks him against the wall.
‘Don’t say that to me!’ Drew growls, and it is shocking that although less-broad, he was in fact taller than the two men, ‘and you won’t look at her again,’ he gestures to me with a flick of his head, ‘unless you are holding a door open for her. Got it?’
‘Mommy’s boy,’ the black bouncer whispers, looking far less scared of Drew than the other.
The bouncer pushes Drew roughly away from him and a small gasp escapes my mouth when I see that he has a knife in his hand. Drew’s hand slips into his jacket and my eyes widen at what he pulls out. What was said seems to have angered Drew too much for him to control it. The sight seems to sober my mind slightly and I rush forwards as Drew start to pull the trigger of a Desert Eagle .50.
‘Don’t!’ I scream, running towards him hastily.
I hear an almighty bang heading for my direction and I freeze in terror, feeling numb. Drew’s grip has loosened in shock on the gun and he is staring at me blankly, his posture altering from his fierce stance. He pockets the smoking gun and hurries forward to catch my body as I fall, my eyes starting to close…
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Bad Drew! xD Well...there it is. Number 5. it is hard to believe after so much time there is still only five chapters of this fic...ah well. I really hope that it is okay. Thanks to everyone for the fab reviews I get. PLease R&R
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