"You don't just see a beautiful stranger and just walk up and interfere in her night, right? Unless she was actually the first girl that ever made you feel a way that was hard to explain, but still felt good in every aspect you could think of.
Maybe the freedom was really getting into my head; I didn't feel the need to go to her, so I just held back for a second, trying to look away as sofia kept throwing me all over the dance floor.
I think sofia noticed that I kept looking in her direction. "Do you know her?" she asked, keeping her gaze fixed on me. "What? Who?" I asked, trying to deny, but I could see the doubt in her eye as she looked at me.
I noticed a guy who just stepped in. I noticed how he slowly walked towards her table
Yes, she was replying, but I was sure that whatever she was saying wasn't from her right senses, and I just didn't like the fact that he was talking to her anyway.
I finally snapped when I noticed him hold her chin.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" I asked unconsciously with a very loud voice, pointing at him.
The whole club shut down immediately. The DJ stopped the music, and everyone on the dance floor stepped away, including Sofia
"What were you thinking?" she asked as she took steps away from me, leaving me all alone in the middle of this huge room.
"I could feel everybody's eyes all over my skin, but didn't bother taking a look around. I kept my gaze fixed on the guy I screamed at.
He kept quiet for some seconds, bending his head low. He finally looked up when the ground was clear, and I was the only one on it, like he was waiting for everyone to clear the ground for him.
"Hmmm, mstm!! mstm!! mstm!! How many more will keep dying from their lack of wisdom and respect?" he said with a surprisingly deep voice that put slight fear in me.
He banged on the ceramic table in front of him, shaking its foundation, as he took his time to get on his feet.
I noticed about three gold rings on the left side of his nostrils, two gold rings on his ears, heavy dreadlocks that covered most of his face. His heavily tattooed skin made it difficult to tell his complexion, especially in this dimly lit room.
I finally regretted my actions the moment he took steps closer to me. He became huger and huger with every step till he finally was close enough for me to feel his breathing on my forehead. This guy didn't seem that huge when he was sitting. He is literally more than three of me combined.
"I asked you what you were doing, I didn't," I said, poking him in the tummy.
I literally felt my legs shaking at the moment, and I think everyone noticed it too, with the way they laughed and pointed at me. It seemed like I had already dug my own grave, and I wasn't willing to go down without a fight, even if I knew I was going to lose. And yes, I had already thought about running, but my legs just couldn't move from the spot they were.
I just managed to take a look around, from the pretty girl I just put my life on the line for, as she looked at me, choking in her laughter. I decided to believe it was the alcohol. I looked around all the way to my back, seeing Stella shaking her head at me.
Well, I wasn't given a chance to face my opponent back, as I turned my head, a bottle was sent against it, and its pieces went flying all over the floor. Everything went blank for a moment there, and I didn't notice that I was already on the ground until I opened my eyes.
He didn't have enough, Molly grabbed me by the shirt, throwing me across the counter as I crashed into the wine bottles on the shelf, and they all came down on me.
Who knew this was gonna happen? Who knew that my first night of freedom, like I wished for, would end up like this? Did this mean they were right, my parents, were they right for not giving me the freedom and respect I deserved or rather wanted as a first son, just because they knew I was gonna mess it up, just like I'm doing now?
I thought to myself as my rage grew by the second. I heard his footsteps break the silence as the crowd began cheering, "Benny! Benny! Benny!" Benny? What a stupid name for his size.
I felt the soles of his shoes crush the broken glass on the ground as he drew near to me, raising the whole wine shelf off my body and tossing it across the room like it was an empty picnic basket.
"You have just made the biggest mistake of your stupid life," he said, as he raised me up from the ground with one arm. "Your mama shouldn't have let you outta the house, lil punk."
He said, as he slammed me on the ground. My head had never been hit so many times before. He crossed over me and went on his knees and began pinching me in the face.
"Bwam!!" I felt like my face bones were broken. "You little Bwam!!!" Every impact from his fist to my face made everything visually dim.
"Fuck you, Bwam!!!" This wasn't the plan for tonight! "Fuck your stupid face, Bwam!!!" "Fuck your family, Bwam!!" "Fuck your dad, Bwam!!" "Fuck your mum, Bwam!!" Bwam!! Bwam!! Bwam!! Bwam!!
Ah, he finally said it. I expected it, though. This motherfucker just called my mum. Nah, that was the limit to anything anyone could do to me.
"Did you say something?" he asked with a dreadful voice that sent vibrations to my chest.
This felt like one of those moments you noticed you fucked up, but it was already too late. But I wasn't the kind that was used to showing his fear. But even at that, I still can't tell what gave me the courage to look him back in the eye.
I raised my head, looking into his dreadlocks that hovered above my head. I could see those cold eyes sparkling with a cold gaze at me.