12
death
Psycho by russel screamed in my ears, my vision swayed to the beat of the colorful dancing lights. I've lost count of the shots Rosie offered me. Caesar, Rosa's boyfriend, had sweeped her away the moment he got here. They danced as I sat on the large maroon couch, tipsy and all alone. I've yet to know the name of the club. But, unfortunately I was too tired to check if we were safe enough to stay.
"I've come to find you in a club, yet again." A familiar voice said. "Is your cousin aware of you being here?"
I turn my head to the side, facing a delectable looking Koenig. His torso clad in a black button up shirt that neatly tucked in his khaki pants. A dog-tag hung from his neck, a significance of his authority.
In German belief, they wore tags that contained their rank in the family. The higher you sat at the hierachy, you get a new star engraved in. Lower member such as soldiers often only get one star.
I bit my lip in attempt to halt a grin from spreading my lips. "Hmmm..." I place a finger on my chin, looking up in mock of thinking. "No." I grinned.
A curse of whisper as he snakes his arm around my waist.
"I'm glad you've stumbled on my turf instead of anothers. What were you thinking? Who are you with?" he pried.
"Rosalynn is... somewhere." I shrugged. "Probably dancing with Caesar. You look really handsome wearing black, you should wear it more often. I mean— you're always dashing in anything you wear but this is one of my favorites now. Have you—" He silenced my rambles with his lips.
"You taste of bourbon."
My dress rode up to the middle of my thighs. He placed his hand on top as a makeshift cover. A sudden wave of confidence urged within me. My hands placed on his chest, gliding upwards to his neck. Trapping him in my hold, I pull him closer.
I didn't care if we would be seen. The consequences flushed down, I needed to have his lips on mine.
He tilts his head to the side, our lips centimetres apart. "You're drunk." I shook my head in denial.
"You're gonna regret this tomorrow if we get caught by one of your father's soldiers."
To hell with them, then.
"Elixir." His voice stern and dominating. "Stop it."
"Let them tell my father then."
Sparks erupt as I moved my lips. His danced in sync with mine. He was like a drug, I'm addicted to him. I yearned for his touch and kisses.
"Entschuldigen Sie bitte—" A bulky man interupts.
"Gib mir einen guten Grund, nicht Sie zu schießen jetzt." Stavros mumbles. He tucks his head into my neck. "I'll be back, baby." He bids me farewell. Taking off his suit jacket, he drapes it across my exposed legs. Leaving after sealing my lips with a kiss.
I sighed.
My eyes roam around. A masked face catching my attention. The masked person had a curvy feminine figure. She raises a glass, placing a finger on her lips. My blood ran cold. I rush to the bathroom. Forcing myself to vomit out the bourbon I drank. The familiar burning sensation occupies my throat as my vomit comes out a shade of off white.
A warm hand rubs gently against my skin, "Honey, what happened?" Rosa questions.
"My drink was spiked."
"You can't vomit it all out! Hurry, let's get you a doctor."
My eyes half-closed as I hear Rosa yell orders to Caesar. Mental state in a haze, I felt drunk-er. If that's even a word. I held on to Rosalynn's arm, my eyelids heavy. My mind slowly shut down. A familiar scent wafts my nose, that being the last thing I remember before my body gave out.
"Vitals?"
"Steady pulse. Good body temperature. Normal BP. The drug must've worn off, now."
"Why isn't she awake?" I slightly perk up at sound of a familiar voice.
"Mister Koenig, I'm aware you are concerned but please... take your men away." The slamming of the door echoed. "She's just exhausted. She's gonna be fine. Don't worry."
"She better wake up or I'm gonna—"
My eyes open, only to be shut closed as the light burned my vision. A hand placed on top of mine. I slowly squinted my eyes open.
"How are you feeling?" Stavros whispered softly. The pad of his thumb rubbed soothingly against my skin. "Do you need anything?"
I shook my head, no.
I expected to be in a hospital. I'm surprised to see myself laying in my bed.
"I'll leave you be, for now." The male doctor piped. He points to the wired telephone that sat on top of my nightstand. "Ring if you need me."
I lay my head down. "Have you caught her?" I roll my head to the side. "The woman who drugged me." I elaborate.
He pursed his lips before slowly nodding.
"Good."
I move my head to face the window. My thoughts buffered, I needed water. Why would she drug me? Did she seek for revenge? If so, why? Millions of unanswered questions filled my sea of thoughts.
Silence embraced us. Until Rosalynn shoved the guards out of her way.
"Oh sweet, sweet Vernamina." She heartily gasps. "How are you feeling? Do you want anything? Oh, I bought you some ice cream— Zahir! It's your favorite flavor, pistachio. You look so pale, we should call the doctor. Should we? Yes!— Zahir, go fetch the doctor!" She bombards.
I chuckle at her worry. "I'm fine, Rosa. Thank you."
"Of course, of course!" Her eyes gloss over. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away. Goosebumps.
I didn't like seeing my friends cry. To be specific, I didn't wish nor did I want them crying over me. Their tears are too precious.
I wrap an arm around Rosalynn, softly comforting her. "Why are you crying?" She sniffs.
Her brows knit together. "You... you don't know?"
"Know, what?"
Her teary eyes met mine. "Vena... You almost died."