Chapter 5
Four
Don't get to close,
It's dark inside,
The party was in full swing when Zeke and Four walked in to the dimly light living room. People were everywhere, in every corner of the luxurious apartment, in which Uriah lived. The music blasted through the speakers, strategically placed in the corners, where no one would hit them. Talking a deep breath Four's nostrils filled themselves with the over powering smell of alcohol and sweat. He looked over his shoulder, looking for Zeke and found his best friend no longer by his side. Sighing he weaved his way through the dancers, the kissers and even the awkward people that just stand there and do nothing all party.
After searching for Zeke for ten long minutes Four found him talking enthusiastically to his so called friends. He headed to the bar and grabbed a beer hoping to forget the events of the afternoon. He made his way over to them only to be met with looks of pity and sad smiles. Without even reaching them he turned on his heal and walked in the other way. Shouldn't they have learned by now that he didn't want pity, that he, in fact, HATED pity? Aren't they supposed to be his friends?
His head spun, there were too many people in this room. He felt sick, his claustrophobia getting to him. Maybe it was the fact he had nothing else to think about. Or even the fact that the beer had obviously been spiked with some cheap cherry vodka, heck it was probably not even beer. Did these people have nothing better to do with their pathetic lives? He wasn't a lightweight, so that removed the possibility of it being the alcohol in his stereotypical red cup. It was definitely his fear of small spaces.
Four hadn't always been afraid of small spaces. He developed this fear after the death of his mother, when Marcus had begun to beat that innocent boy, he once was. After a grueling beating Marcus would shove the young boy into a small linen closet and lock the door, leaving him in there for hours sometimes even days without food or water. As he got older, the space got smaller and his fear got worse. His father had screwed him up, he took the stairs instead of the elevator. He hated buses and crowds. He was just one messed up kid.
Four stopped and help is pounding head. He was all over the place, his breath was quick, his head was pounding and he was quite dizzy. Taking a deep breath Four continued to push his way through the crowed area to the door of Uriah's apartment. As he got closer he began to feel immensely sick. He knew he needed air and he needed it now.
Four grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it open, only to be met face to face with another man. He was definitely younger than Four, he had short cropped light brown hair, green eyes and a bulky build.
"What the fuck?! Watch were you're going man!" The young man yelled at Four, what was his problem? Four began to apologize when his ears were flooded by a voices that was as sweet as honey.
"Peter, babe, calm down. I'm sure…" she paused waiting for Four to announce his name.
"Four." He answered dazed by this voice. Dazed by this woman.
"I'm sure that Four didn't mean to run into you it was most likely accident." Her voices was smooth and soothing. She had long dark blond hair and big, but not too big, grey/blue eyes. Her body, oh her body, she was skinny, too skinny for it to be healthy. She was beautiful already, Four could only imagine what she would look like had she been feed probably. He wondered what it would be like to hold her in is arms, but he dismissed the thought for she was already with Peter.
"I'll calm down if I want to, Amanda." Peter said his voice low and supposed to be intimidating. Amanda that was the woman's name, did not suit her at all. He didn't know how he could know this but deep down in his heart he knew that this was not her name. Plus Peter had made it pretty obvious when he said her name as if it were forced.
Four didn't want to barge in on Peter and Amanda's life but something was seriously wrong with the picture they had painted in front of him. It was almost as if Peter was holding on to Amanda as if she would run away, then there was the fact that Amanda did not suit this girl and also the way Peter had snapped at this girl without a second thought.
"Look man, I didn't mean to run into you but I did and I can take it back, sorry." Four exclaimed exasperated. He stole a glance at Amanda, her eyes screamed for help but she bit her lip and looked away, so Four being Four began to stall. "Plus that's no way to treat a lady, especially one this beautiful." He meant every single word he told that bastard.
"Don't you dare," Peter grabbed his shirt and shoved Four up against the wall right next to the door. "Tell me how to treat my fiancé or run my life!" His breath was hot against Four's face. He was way to close and Four could smell a small trace of alcohol but nothing that would affect his demeanor.
"Oh, sure you do. You totally can treat your fiancé by starving her." The words didn't come from Four's mouth, they came out of Amanda's mouth, sarcastic and rough. Peter's hands turned into fist and he let go of Four. He braced himself for Peter punch but it never came. Instead he heard a SMACK! And a gasp.
Amanda clutched her red cheek and a look of pure hatred crossed her beautiful face. She turned and brought her fist up to Peters face and smiled when he swayed and moaned in pain. Recovering quickly Peter brought his foot up to Amanda's chest and forced her to the hardwood floor, winding her. He brought his foot down again and again.
"Enough! Enough!" Four yelled, coming out of his daze. Peter refused to stop. He grabed Peter and punched him in the temple, making him pass out.7
"Four," Amanda moaned. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her out to his car. He carefully placed her in the backseat of his gorgeous car.
This was going to be a long night.
Hey guys,
So this chapter might not be that good but deal with it.
Question of the day: What country do you live in.
Answer of the day: Canada and no I do not like or know Justin Bieber (I think that's how you spell it?)