One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(44)

Her head tilts to the side. “Meadow…” she begins. “I don’t remember drinking anything but my juice,” she says, looking at me.

“Are you sure? Where did you get the orange juice from?” I ask, pouring a glass of water and handing it to her.

“I… um…” her head spins around searching the crowd of people. It’s mainly families and people who are important to others.

Her body stills, she grips onto her chair and pushes herself up, but falls to the ground when her legs give way.

“Melissa!” I yell, dropping to the floor. Her body is shaking. “Are you cold? Are you okay? Shit! Where the hell is Phoebe?” Pulling off my cardigan, I throw it over her. Leaving me in my tiny white tank top and tight skinny jeans.

Pulling her to her feet, I place her back on the stool slowly. Ashley, the Sinful Souls’ barmaid, rushes over worried. She’s beautiful and I’m surprised none of the guys have scared her away yet.

“Is she okay? What’s happened?”

“I don’t know. Melissa?”

Her eyes open slowly. “Meadow, it was Lisha…”

“Lisa?” I answer.

Ashley shakes her head. “No, she means Lisha.” Her face drops. She has light brown hair pulled into a high ponytail that trails down her back, sleek and straight. Her green eyes begin scanning the room, and when she locks her eyes on the club whore ‘Lisha,’ her eyes narrow.

Pointing her tanned arm, she says, “It was Lisha. She has a little thing for Hella since he’s been here.”

“What the hell did she do to her?” I ask angrily. Melissa is harmless. She would never do anything to hurt anyone intentionally.

Ashley shrugs her shoulders. “I’ll find out?”

Pulling her arm back, I point to Melissa. “Watch her, I need to go and find Phoebe.” I walk away from the bar, scanning the room for Phoebe. When my eyes lock on Lisha, I see her bright red lips smirking at Melissa while still videoing her. My fist clenches, knuckles turning snow white from the pressure. I walk toward her and her little posse of skanks.

“Hey!” I say when I reach her. “What did you put in her drink?”

She laughs, looking at her friends who join her laughter. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, bitch.”

“Oh really?” I ask.

She hands her phone to her friend, stepping up in my face. The cheap stench of perfume assaults my senses, causing me to almost vomit in my mouth. “Yes, really. Go back to your slag of a friend. I hear GHB can be bad for you.” She laughs looking at her friends.

“You’re a piece of shit. Is this over Hella?” I ask, tilting my head to her. I step closer, my face to hers. “You think you have an actual chance with him over Melissa? You’re a whore, nothing more and nothing less.” I step away from her, turning on my feet and making my way to Pheobe, who has finally showed next to Melissa. I exhale, letting my shoulders relax. Ashley is whispering something into Phoebe’s ear when she looks over at Lisha, her eyes narrowing.

Yeah… it’s on now.

I smile at Phoebe, and just when I’m about to take another step forward, A sharp yank stings across my scalp from Lisha pulling me by my hair toward her and elbowing me right in my face. Spinning around in her grip, I clench my hand around her neck and pull her down to the floor. Crawling on top of her, I pull my elbow back before slamming my fist square in her face. With a crack sounding and vibrating against my knuckles, she screeches loudly. “My nose!”

Pulling my elbow back again, blood dripping from my own nose, I blow another punch straight into her nose again, and again. All the anger I had from knowing this girl could have seriously hurt someone that I care deeply about is fully unleashed.

The grip around my arm and weight being lifted off my knees pulls me back. When I turn around, I see it’s Kalie—Ade, the vice president’s wife.

“It’s okay, Meadow. She’s not worth it,” she whispers into my ear.

Lisha is getting up off the floor, holding her mangled nose when Phoebe comes over, kicking her back down to the floor again. “Get the fuck out, Lisha! Now!” she yells in her face.

Lisha quickly stands from her position on the floor. “I don’t have to go anywhere. Travis wants me here,” she answers behind a snark. I have to give it to her, for someone who’s in a bad state right now, she still holds her ground.

Phoebe turns around to look at Lisha’s friend who’s still recording. “Are you recording this?” Phoebe asks her level of crazy at an all-time high.

The friend shakes her head, swallowing down nervously and dropping the phone. “I’ll delete it, Phoebe. I didn’t want any trouble.”