Chapter Four
Gavril
I don't know what has happened in the last few years, but I don't ever remember my little girl growing up to be a beautiful young woman. I can hardly believe she's almost 17 now, much less believe she looks magnificent in that shirt. My mind wonders off, and before I know it, Alya and I are in the club.
Music pounds in my ears, sweaty young bodies, both male and female, are everywhere in site. Alya pulls me through the crowd, elbowing people out of her way. We arrive at a bar, and Alya orders something that I can't hear.
Moments later, the bar tender comes back and hands her a drink, the color of blood. She took a sip, swirling it around in her mouth, and then leaned over and kissed the man on the cheek.
"Great job, Jack."
Before I could tell what was in the drink, she downed it in one sip and then pulled me back onto the dance floor, just as 'Bury me deep inside your heart" came on by HIM.
Alya pulled me to her wrapping her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her waist.
I closed my eyes, and just listened to the music, trying to push thoughts from my mind.
But when I opened then again, I saw Alya softly swaying with the song, her lips moving slightly, singing along with the song. I pulled her closer to me, kissing her on the forehead.
She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over, a frown forming on her lips. I didn't know what I did wrong, I was so confused, and when the song ended she pushed me away, and made her way across the dance floor, towards the bathroom.
Finally she let her guard go, and I just then heard her thoughts, "he'll never think of me the way I do about him, I'll always be a child to him…" Her thoughts were ended with a silent sob, and then the bathroom door closed, and they were blocked from me.
It was two hours later when she came back out; I had gotten my meal, and then sat at one of the few abandoned tables. She walked right over to me, and sat at the other side staring down into her hands.
I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she just brushed me off, and walked over to the bar. Alya called the bar tender over, whom I'd guessed was Jack, and ordered a few more of those drinks she had before.
She stumbled back to the dance floor, pulling one of the young men with her that were at the bar. The boy had black hair to his shoulders, and yellow eyes that shined in the light.
Another slow song came on, and she pulled him to her, laying her head on his chest. I could see her lips moving but not with the music, she was talking to him, I realized.
The boy leaned down, whispered into her ear, and after a moment she nodded and they walked off the floor, heading for the VIP stairs at the back of the club.