Sweet Addiction.
Chapter 4; The Roosters
"Last one to finish their drink has to dance on top of this table shaking their booty." Jonathan announces and we all dig into our milkshakes.
After school, we all headed to the Roosters to chill and have fun. The Roosters is a nice calm restaurant with a 90's theme to it. It is small with walls coloured an old fashioned maroon with waitresses dressed from the 90s. It all screams a different era.
"I win." Elena announces first. I am not even surprised considering this girl eats like a hog.
"I'm second." I say after i have finished my delicious vanilla caramell milkshake. The rest of the group finishes their drink with Jonathan being the last.
"This is isnt fair." He whines with a pout.
"It's you who started it so now since you lost, you gotta strip that down for us." Trina says standing up and giving a slight shake to her booty. We all laugh at her as Jonathan scowls and mumbles something in the lines of, "Mother fuckers.".
He gets up from our booth and starts to pull of his hoodie. He then removes his shirt followed by his trousers. All the while, i'm trying to muffle my laughter with my hands as the group just laughs at me.
All eyes in the restaurant are on Jonathan right now and if this isnt the most embarassing thing then i dont know what is!
Poor grannies and old men who came to have a lovely time here only to be rewarded with a strip show.
Poor kids.
"Play I want you back by Jackson 5." Jonathan yells towards the counter as he climbs onto the table where we are sitting. We all remove our glasses and place them on the opposite table.
Oh God.
I cover my face with my hands and squirm into my seat. I cant be seen with him, this is so embarassing for my life and for my soul.
The music starts to play and i am surprised they actually played it. I am even more surprised we havent been banned from this restaurant.
Oh God, if we get banned, please forgive Jonathan for what he is doing to the eyes of the innocent and please dont let us be banned from this nice soothing restaurant. Ive prayed in Jesus' name.
Amen.
After my silent prayer to God, i feel the table moving which means Jonathan has already started with his show. Some people in the restuarant and the guys at the table are cheering him.
I dont even want to look.
"You wouldnt want to miss this, come on." Elena pulls my hands away from my face forcefully and i gasp loudly at the scene in front of me.
A half naked Jonathan with only his briefs - only his briefs on!!. He is shirtless revealing his four pac (Yes, i actually counted) and his muscles. He is dancing with his hands up and wiggling his hips all the while shaking his booty.
Jesus!
"Oh baby, give me one more chance.
Wont you please lend me back in your heart
Oh darling i was blend to let -" Jonathan's loud horrible singing is cut off by an even louder male deep voice.
"STOP!!!" The voice barks and the whole restaurant goes silent with the music still playing which is suddenly turned off.
Oh God.
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We stand outside in the chilly evening staring in front of us with sadness, regret, loss and grief.
RIP.
"We are gonna be fine guys." Lyndsey sniffles beside me. I try to contain the tears that are threatening to spill out of my eyes.
"This is so depressing." Elena says shaking her head and turning around to take a seat on the sidewalk.
"We shall get through this." I say to her as a tear escapes my right eye and falls to my cheeks.
Oh God!
"This is all my fault. It was my idea for us to come here and now we end up grieving for a loss." Trevor blames himself in frustration while pulling at the ends of his hair.
"Guys, it's no one's fault. We didnt know this was going to happen." I explain sadly trying to comfort everyone.
I get up from the seat on the sidewalk and walk to the door to read the poster and truly sink the words in.
The following people have been banned from the Roosters for life. They have caused a lot of trouble in this place and will not be entertained anywhere near this place. If seen in this restaurant, a restraining order will be put up.
-Jonathan Gills
-Trevor Williams
-Lyndsey Stars
-Elena Meyers
-Vannisa Dobrev
-Trina Grayson
Have a lovely day,
Mgt.
They even took all our photos and pinned them next to the announcement. Most of all, they had the guts to spell my name wrongly.
How in the world are Vanessa and Vanissa similar?
Those 'effing bumdots!
After the manager of Roosters stopped Jonathan's show from resuming. He ordered for all of us to follow him to his office which we had to do.
He didnt let us explain. He just took our picture together, with Jonathan still half naked, and banned us for life.
Elena tried to complain that it wasnt our fault and we shouldnt be punished for Jonathan's deeds. He just fake smiled at us and said,
"Look here kiddos, You know Jesus Christ, right?" He asks like he is talking to 3 year olds when he clearly knows we are in high school.
Does he think we are pagans or sth? Well, im noot sure about the guys but I am a proud Christian.
"Of cour-" Elena starts but is immediately cut off by the grey haired manager.
"He died for our sins, right? Was that fair, no! So you should be thankful you are dying for his sins."
Who even says that?
To make things worse, when we got out, the car we came in - Trevor's car was robbed.
Elena told me its coming to night time and that was just a warning. Many bad things happen here in Memphis and if we are not quick to get home. We shall not be RIPing the restaurant but ourselves.
So Jonathan, the guy who we are all mad at, was forced to go look for a means of transport for all of us.
At least he went fully dressed.
But he's been gone for half an hour.
What if he ditched us and a gang comes and kills us or robs from us or even worse - rapes us!
Speaking of gangs?
Kyle.
I havent seen him since our last encounter at lunch. What if he runs into us and saves us?
Who am i even kidding?
He will just pull out his guns and shoot us mercilessly while doing an evil laugh, well not exactly a laugh since he doesnt have that emotion, but his infamous scowl and evil glare.
The day i get to see him smile or laugh, ill thank the lord and then jump him.
Not exactly jump, like jump his bones but jump like for a hug.
Why am i even thinking about jumping Kyle in this life or death situation? A lot of things are wrong with me seriously.
A loud car horn breaks my thoughts and i look behind me. A huge smile falls on my lips and my body relaxes. Jonathan in a car - a very expensive looking car - a Range Rover.
"About fucking time, you dick!" Trevor yells walking into the car. Lyndsey and Trina follow looking pissed, frustrated and tired.
"Come on." Elena holds my hand guides me to the car i have been gawking at.
Umm....is nobody gonna talk about how expensive this car looks?
No? Okay i guess its just me then.
Dayum!
"Whose car is this?" I whisper to Elena as i take a seat next to her in the back.
"Jonathan's parents are worth a shitload of money and own a garage full of cars." She explains as she lays her head on my shoulder and sighs tiredly.
Again
Daayuumm!!
The car ride to our homes is quiet. No one in the mood for talking mostly because they are scared we are moving in the middle of the night which is not right here in Memphis.
I'm the first to be dropped at my house and i quickly bid my friends goodbye and head to the backyard of the house to climb up to my window.
I dont want to go in through the main door because i'm afraid mam may be passed out on the couch or drinking bottles of tequila or vodka or whatever.
A drunk mother is something i hate to deal with.
After settling into my room, i shower, brush my teeth, get into my pyjamas - a comfy matching Star wars crop top and shorts.
Ten minutes of tossing and turning in my bed, my bedroom door opens with a loud thud and i freeze in my bed, my heart pounding against my chest.
Oh no, Not this again.
"You fucking bitch! It's all your fault!" I hear mam slur as her footsteps get closer to my bed. I stay silent and unmoving.
Three seconds later, my covers are pulled off my body and i shiver as the cold air blows against my skin and the goosebumps form, my heart still racing scared of what she is going to do this time.
She sits down on my bed and i quickly get up pushing myself faraway from her and closer to my head rest leaning against it.
I look at her and almost gasp. She looks horrible. Her eyes are blood shot red and her face is filled with rage and anger all directed towards me which i have grown accustomed to over the last year since it happened. She has a bottle of alcohol in her right hand.
This is not the same woman i knew two years ago. She is not the woman who was there when i got my first period. She is not the same woman who was there when i had my first crush, when i learnt how to bake, who taught me everything i know. She is not the same woman i called mother.
She is someone else,
"You took him away. You ungrateful slut. You go out and hang out with your friends and whore around till late at night. You think i dont know? I do." She spits and slaps me hard across the face. A stinging pain courses through my left cheek and the tears flow out without my consent like the Niagara falls.
"I wish it was you who died that night." She shouts angrily and throws the bottle with a lot of force directing it towards my head rest. I flinch covering my face with my hands
But instead, half the bottle clashes against the head rest next to me and the other breaks the side of my face, the contents soaking my pjs. The broken pieces fall on my bed while some pierce through the skin of my arm and the some on the side of my face.
A sharp pain travels through the injured parts and a loud sob escapes my lips. I look up to meet her eyes and she looks satisfied with the pain she has inflicted.
She storms out of my room and hits the door loudly as my tears continue to run down my face.
Why?
Why me?
I know she is still grieving over him. But i lost a lot of the people that i loved that day. She continues to blame me and i understand. It is my fault but she doesnt need to rub it in and rub salt on the wounds.
I quickly walk out of my bedroom window to the streets. I dont care if those stupid gangs find me and kill me. I dont care anymore. My own mother doesnt love me or care about me.
She just wants to blame me.
And i dont blame her, i would blame me also. But life is very cruel. When it takes away the people that loved you, you feel like the love left on this earth is too little and its slowly closing in on you and once its all over, you fade away.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" A familiar deep voice asks.
Kyle.
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