I starred at my friend as she passed the bowl of popcorn away from her.

I hate to admit it...but I do have a bad side just like every other human that walks this planet we call Earth. I have a side, just like every woman, to where if you mess with those who are most important to me...

You get hurt.

I was trying to remember what I had seen.

A cute bartender, a "Barbie Doll" Bartender...

And a small bottle which she poured something extra into Tora's drink.

My eyes widened.

Yeah, I had been at the bar, I was buying a Pepsi...'member?

I had seen what was happening, but didn't expect too much from it.

Till Tora started scratching at her throat.

My eyes widened just a bit, no one caught it.

But Tom of course.

I looked at him, careful to make sure Tora was now singing and not paying attention to me.

It was funny just how much Tora and I knew about each other. She was faking her happiness at the moment, and it made me sick. Not her, she could never make me feel that way.

The fact she was hurt and having to fake being happy to make us feel better.

THAT made me sick.

"Later." I mouthed to him, and looked down, my stomach turning knots.

I was gonna have a little confrontation with that bartender tonight...

10:00 PM

"She's already went to bed..." Tom said, but I wasn't listening, "She's acting weird, didn't eat before she went to bed." He looked at the ceiling, "Gustav said he would make ramen for her. She refused. THAT'S weird..." He then looked at me, "Hey, Tess, are you listening?"

"What?" I looked to him, pulling on a black hoodie.

"Never mind...this is about Tora, usually you listen."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm thinking about her right now, that's why I need you to drive me back to that bar."

"What?" He said, he noticed the fire in my eyes.

Then he remembered the last time I'd looked like that. The only time I actually harmed a person. I'd punched a girl for calling bill a "fag".

"You're not going anywhere..." He said sitting, "You're pissed, and you're gonna blame someone."

"That's because I know who to blame."

"Tess, what are you talking about?"

"I saw a girl pour something into Tora's drink." I sighed, blinking, "Now are you driving me, or am I walking?"

Tom starred at me for a long moment, obviously thinking intense eye contact would change my mind.

This was about my Twin.

A pissed off Bill with a can of hair spray couldn't break me at the moment.

Tom sighed, standing, "No hitting."

"But-"

"Tessa...you've always been a nice person, don't let people change that."

I won't lie.

Those words stung. Not in a bad way, but now they'd be holding me back, and he knew that...That's why he'd said it.

"Let's just go." I mumbled and walked out the door.

10:27 PM

Tom sighed, sitting back and turning off the car.

I opened my door, and started to step out, he grabbed my arm.

The look he gave me showed me, he was actually scared I was gonna do something.

"Be good."

I smiled, and said, "I'll try my hardest."

I got out of the car, feeling his eyes burning into the back of my black jacket.

I'd showered recently, so I was clean, and wore normal jeans and a green band T under my jacket, my hair pretty straight, but sticking out where it usually did. I sighed; the club was closing early tonight, due to a safety hazard inspector coming in the morning because of Tora's mishap, so mostly everyone was gone.

I'll point this out that I knew this...mishap...was actually a horrible bitch who tried to kill my Twin.

I walked inside the doors, a guy looking at me, "Hey babe."

The look I gave him should have made him fall to his knees and die.

All it did though, was make him turn around, and peek to make sure I was moving on and not pulling a blade out.

I made my way to the bar, pulling off my black sunglasses and waiting for the bartenders to come up.

The snake bite guy walked up, "Hello, sweetie, what can I get ya?"

A gun to shoot the bitch you work with would be nice, hun.

"Can I talk to her?" I pointed to the bartender beside him. The one with mid back, straight, platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

She'd be pretty if I knew she wasn't a bitch...and wore the load of make up on her face.

Seriously, what's with caking your face with concealer and TONS of eyeliner...it's unbecoming; well...Bill is an exception to that.

The girl looked to me, "Can I help you?" she rolled her eyes walking over.

"Be good..."

I bit my tongue, "Yeah, actually, you can." I sighed, "I saw you slip alcohol into my friends drink right after she must have asked for something virgin."

Snake Bite nodded, "She did."

The girl shot him a glare, "Well, mistakes happen, I didn't hear her. I didn't have anything to do with her drink."

"...Kayla, I gave you that girl's order...I said no alcohol." The guy sat straight, more interested, "Did you...?"

She bit her lip, I noticed her eyes, leaning to the corners, she was looking for the right thing to say, her body fidgeted ever so slightly, and anger and envy flashed in her eyes at the same time...

I'm studying physiology...I plan on being a children's therapist one day; I attempt to notice these things. Of course, I'm waiting awhile before going to school...a need a few years to live ya know?

I planned on keeping my friends alive as well.

"You slipped her something." I said, "I know you did, don't you dare lie to me." I felt my blood boiling as I stood from my seat, Snake Bite was becoming intrigued by the conversation, and I rather liked the words that came out of his mouth next.

"Kayla...I can't have you slipping stuff into people's drinks. That's against the law, hun. I'm sorry, but you're out of a job."

Kayla gasped, "Are you kidding me? Just because this little bitch came and says something you believe her?"

"Be good..."

"I am not having my business shut down, and I've been having reports of stealing and you doing shit like that for nearly a week!" Snake Bite yelled, "This was the last straw, you're fired."

She sat her sites on me now, "I hope you and that orange haired midget burn in hell." she snarled, "This isn't over, Blondie."

She walked up to me, I was standing, and let me just say...she was a good bit taller than me.

"The insult doesn't work if you have the same hair color." I smiled.

She rolled her eyes, "Don't play with me, you don't know what I'm capable of."

"And for that, I'm glad." I remarked.

"Go to hell."

"Meet ya there."

She then did something that I hadn't seen coming...

She slapped me.

The noise of it was loud and blood curdling.

My cheek stung, my head was turned slightly to the side, my blue eyes wide in shock of what had just happened.

I wasn't a believer in violence, so this hit me hard (Literally and metaphorically). And she did something so childish as to hit me?

Snake Bite was really quiet.

Kayla turned and stormed out of the club.

I turned to Snake Bite, fighting back angry tears; I felt...strange, violated of personal space, "Did she just slap me? Did she really?"

He nodded, "You didn't do anything..."

"Oh I will...I'll run her ass over." I said, grabbed my jacket off the chair and smiling to him, he couldn't take his eyes from the crimson hand that was now planted on my face, "Thanks anyway."

He nodded and I walked out of the bar, oh the things fixing to be said by Tom...

I walked through the door, and saw a car speeding away, "Bitch." I mouthed and saw Tom standing beside his huge monster of a car, looking questionably at the speeding, red, Volvo.

"Well, that went well." I walked up to Tom.

He turned around, started to smile, then stopped.

"What the hell is that?" he said his eyes wide as he ran a hand over my cheek.

"It's called a face Thomas, now I know why you failed Biology..."

"Tessa!" He yelled at me, "Don't fuck around, who did that?"

"The Speeding Chick in the car." I said nonchalantly.

"What did you do?" He asked, breathless.

"She told me to go to hell, I said meet you there, and she slapped me, then I didn't do anything."

"You didn't hit her back?" He said with shock.

"You told me to be good!" I quoted him.

"I didn't tell you to let her do that!" He looked back towards the road, looking for a red Volvo.

"I'll get her back, Tom, I've learned it's best to wait for the right time to do something."

Tom chuckled, "You know..." He laughed, "Tora's gonna go psycho."

"I know." I sighed, "And when she does, she can't yell about me going psycho and coming here."

"...You country people think funny..."

I smacked the hell out of him.

"Why couldn't you do that to her!"

"Because, she doesn't mean anything to me."

"That's backwards..."

"I waste my time on you, so you know I care..."

"... again with the insightful-country-thinking."

"Can I drive?" I asked.

"Now it's my turn to be smart and say..." He smiled, "No."

BILL'S POV

I sat in the lobby, holding a piece of paper I'd found stabled to my door when I was walking out...

It had read...

Bill,

Me and Tess are going to the club we were at yesterday. She thinks she knows something, and is being stubborn. So we're gonna go ... I'll see you in a while, keep watch over my lil' sis. –Tom

I sighed, "Where are they?"

Just then the door opened and Tessa and Tom walked in.

I sat up with relief and walked over.

I gasped when I saw Tessa's face, she chuckled.

"Did you hit her?" I asked Tom.

"NO!" He yelled.

Tess laughed.

"The bitch that slipped Tora something did." Tom sighed, "Unfortunately, there's not too much we can do about it at the time." He rolled his eyes.

I felt my insides being sat on fire, "That doctor should be put to death for thinking she'd do something like poison herself..."

"You're still mad about that?" Tessa asked.

I blushed and continued, "So, what did you do?" I asked my brother.

"Nothing, I let Tess go in. Seeing as she has a new tattoo, I guess I should have gone with her."

"How's she doing?" Tessa asked me.

"A bit better."

"Did you get her to eat?" Was Tessa's next question, concern lacing her voice, and worry coating her eyes.

I smiled a bit, "Yeah...I talked her into having some pizza, I threatened my crying and she gave in, called me a selfish bastard, but she still gave in." I chuckled.

Tom sighed, "You know what, the last two days have been really, really long...Why don't we all just go to bed? Everything seems better after an eight hours rest."

"But Dave is the manager, so things will just have to be 'okay' with a five hours rest."

Tom groaned, "I hate it...but it's true."

He then walked over to me and gave me a hug, whispering, "Go get some sleep Bill, she's okay now..."

I smiled softly and hugged my brother back, him and Tessa then made their way to the stairs, I saw her jerk him away from the elevator.

I laughed, getting into the elevator and pressing the floor number; I laid my head back and whispered, "She's okay now..."

I really hoped that was true.