Seduced 3 by P.A. Jones Page B

thirsty for the alcohol.
    “Thank you, sir.”
    I gave him a nasty look and entered the bar. It was nice and not too crowded. Thank God, now I can enjoy my drink.
    “One large bottle of Black Daniels, please.”
    The waitress handed me a bottle, a glass and a bucket of ice. “Do you need soda? Or coke?”
    “No, thanks.” I started drinking one sip after another.
    “Sir, are you okay?” The waitress touched my shoulder. I opened my eyes, and my half-filled glass was right in front of me. I’d laid my head on the table and the glass was in my hand.
    “Oh, sorry.” I tried to lift my head.
    BAM, my glass crashed in the blink of an eye on the waitress’s face. Somebody bumped into me from behind, and the glass jumped out of my hand and splashed the waitress’s s face as she was bending over me to wake me up.
    “Fuck,” I shouted. I grabbed the man’s head who’d stumbled on me and pushed him away.
    “Fuck you.” A splash of water sprayed on my face. The waitress had thrown a glass full of water at my mouth.
    “Hey, mister. What did you just do?” A large hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I lost my balance and my butt kissed the floor pretty fast.
    “Fuck you, man.” I yelled again. This time, it was the bouncer I’d talked with some time ago.
    “Sir, you have to pay the bill and get out of the bar. We can’t tolerate your behavior.”
    “Fuck you.” I grabbed on his legs to lift myself up.
    He jerked his leg and I lost my balance again. My butt hit the floor a second time, on the same spot, but it didn’t feel funny anymore.
    I pushed my hands on the floor and jumped on my legs. The next thing I knew, I hit that bounder strait on his face.
    I wonder why he didn’t take it well, and then the next thing I knew, two bouncers were beating me on my chest and back. A few minutes later I was stranded to a chair. By that time, I was feeling fresh, like having morning coffee, and my body was hurting badly due to the beating I’d just received.
    I didn’t know how much time I was stranded there. I lost the pace of time for a while. The pain was messing me up and I was roaming between the line of sleepiness and awake. In some time, or maybe in an hour, two cops came and took me with them. They did an alcohol test on me and I was damn sure I would find myself guilty. What the heck I have done? They took me to a police station in the cop car and threw me inside a temporary cell. The story of my life ended in a police station, after all.

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Tristan
     
    It was the second or third time when I woke up fully, with the pain in my butt. What did it really do? All my senses were skewed and I could feel nothing but the pain everywhere in my body. I could hear all sorts of noise, smell all kinds of dirt and feel the rock solid surface below my body.
    Where am I? The first thing I saw was one man beating another in the room. The man was all over him and hitting him with every hand and leg he had. Thank God he doesn’t have four legs, otherwise he would have killed that man already. But why am I in a room with these people? And who are they? I moved back until my head touched something solid—metallic bars. Heck, I’m in jail. Reality became rushing in front of me.
    Except for my face, my body was hurting like hell. Those bouncers were pretty good in beating a man in the right places. For the first time in my life, I was in jail and that, too, after beaten up like a sack. A bitter taste of disappointment covered my mouth. I had gone pretty low this time.
    I looked back at the fight going on inside the cell; a huge man was beating another small man like a dog. I remembered the first day I’d seen Nikki. Chase was beating a man and she’d asked for help. Oh, God, not Nikki again. I could have helped that day, but I didn’t, and today I couldn’t help that man. I didn’t feel any energy to get up and stop that bully from beating that small man. I was helpless that day, and all because