chapter 62

I flew away on my skateboard. I kept roaming around the streets, still not feeling any better. Any normal day and I would be feeling much better right now, ready to go back home. But somehow today, I feel very unhappy.

Nothing really has happened but somehow I feel worn out. Maybe its all that stress that is eating away at me.

Minutes go by, and then hours. Finally, after what feels like ages, I find myself standing in front of a club staring at it idly.

People went in and out. But could she go in? Would she survive after what had happened the last time she was in a club?

Of course it wasn't like anyone would stop her. For a small town with only one club, she expected to find it with five guards at least, keeping a lookout for any daring high schoolers. But to her surprise, there was a single guard at the front, who looked the least bit interested in the visitors going in or out.

There was a time when Melissa would go through the trouble of making fake ID's for entrance into a club. But now, after years of training, she had somehow started looking a year older than her actual age. It wasn't like anyone was going to stop her if she wanted to enter anyway.

She thought for what felt like an eternity. She wanted to leave. But she also knew this was the only way she could loosen up a bit. All those years of stress had worn her out.

After contemplating for a long time, she drew in a long breath.

Come on Melissa, just this once won't hurt. She coaxed herself and saw her father's face flashing in front of her.

Tears threatened her eyes as she remembered how the last time her friends made her go out, and how she lost her father, while she could have been the one to save him.

She was lost in her own sorrows when a group of boys passed by her and went inside. One of them noticed her and stayed behind asking, "You going in?"

As if waking up from a long slumber, she gradually turned her face towards the source of the voice.

He was a tall handsome guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He smiled at her, waiting patiently.

She cocked her head slightly to the side and examined him. He was kind, she knew it with one look, because it was evident in his eyes. From the way he smiled and spoke, Melissa knew he was worried.

All the years in pain and fear, she had learnt one thing. Give nothing away and learn everything from one look. She could easily read people's eyes. Quickly, her mind flashed back at the handsome guy at school. Somehow, she didn't manage to read him.

As if by some debacle, she felt the aggravation kicking in again. But then she shrugged the thought away. Obviously she wasn't expecting it. It was only natural that something like that would happen.

The boy cleared his throat, waiting. And she once again snapped out of her reverie.

"I don't know. I'm not sure I guess", Melissa finally answered.

"Look, I don't know what's bothering you, but if you're actually looking for a good place to enjoy", the guy smiled at her honestly, "then you've come to the right place. Besides, it's not like you can find any other club in this town."

With a wink he went inside to join his friends.

He had somehow given her the answer. She realized she needed some fun. It had been a while since she had any fun. And with the stress draining her like a ticking time bomb, she needed to do something about it before it made her explode.

She knew that the last time was an accident, that it was meant to happen.

But this time? Was this night meant to happen?

Maybe yes, maybe not. But all she knew was that this time she had nothing to worry about because she had nothing to lose, but only herself. Which she was willing to lose.

This time, she just needed to get away.

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Bryan was gulping down his beer, his eyes glassy with boredom.

"Hey Bryan, what's wrong?" Asked Robbie when he saw Bryan searching the crowd like a hawk.

Being the son of a billionaire who owned almost every commercial building in this town, it was really easy for Bryan to get anywhere he wanted with his friends, without his parents knowing. The night club being one of those places.

"Nothing man. I just can't find the right girl for tonight". Bryan replied blatantly.

Robbie laughed at his friend and continued searching with him.

"How about that one?" He pointed out to the one with blonde hair in a tight red dress.

"No, too chippy."

"That one?" He referred to a brunette this time in a blue dress.

"Too ordinary." This time Bryan rolled his eyes in boredom.

"How about this one?" Robbie pointed out to the one next to Bryan. She was clearly eyeing him up with her piercing blue eyes.

"No Rob. I want someone different this time. I've already been with most of these girls. I need something new from this town..."

Bryan trailed off as soon as he saw a mahogany haired girl walk down the stairs in the club.

She was different and he could tell so easily.

It was dark in the club with different lights illuminating from the ceiling, but even in that, she looked like an exquisite piece of God's creation.

"You see that?" Bryan asked his friend gaping at the new entry.

She seemed out of this town.

Unlike most of the girls, she was the only one who seemed to be the least bit interested in finding men. She looked like she was only here to enjoy herself. With her squinting eyes and equal strides, she kept moving straight.

Bryan and Rob kept watching her, as she strolled past everyone and casually stood beside them asking for a drink from the bartender.

Somehow, up close, Bryan couldn't stop checking her out.

This was a small town. Women from every corner came here to find good one nighters. She didn't look like she was searching for that.

Where every girl in the club was dressed like a harlot, she wore black skin-tight leather jeans and an off-white flowy crop top. Completing the look with a short leather black jacket and boots. She looked hot without even trying.

"Are you kidding me? I want her." Rob whispered to his friend.

"Get your own, I saw her first", was Bryan's reply as he shoved Rob aside and locked his gaze at the angel that had just entered his territory.