Chapter 65 Fighting
Before I started school, it was New Year's, and my parents were busy with guests. I grabbed a bottle of red wine and drank it on the balcony. By the time my mom found me, I'd downed more than half. I casually told Helen it didn't taste good.
My parents freaked out and rushed me to the hospital. The doctor saw me jumping around and said I was fine. Turns out, I have an enzyme that quickly processes alcohol.
Basically, I had an insane alcohol tolerance. But if I mixed different types, I was out cold. I didn't like alcohol, and I avoided it unless it was a holiday. Bars had a good vibe for drinking, so I didn't mind trying it. Beer tasted like slightly bitter ice water to me.
After two bottles, Isabella dragged Mia to dance, and I watched the crowd from our booth.
The dance floor was packed with people. Isabella and Mia were great dancers. Mia, especially, was wild and captivating, like a rose in the night.
Soon, some guys with trendy outfits surrounded them, dancing and howling.
When they got tired and came back, the guys followed, trying to get their Facebooks. They looked shady.
One guy with red hair and a diamond earring brought over a lot of alcohol, insisting on joining us, saying we should be friends.
We didn't want anything to do with them.
Isabella, our dorm's guardian, stood up for us and started arguing with them, drawing attention from nearby tables.
The guys had a dark look, like predators. Two of them sat next to Mia, trying to force a drink on her.
Mia, though small, had a strong temper and slapped the guy's hand away. The bottle fell and shattered, spilling alcohol everywhere.
There was a brief silence.
The guy got hostile, cursing and grabbing Mia. I pulled her to my side while Isabella tussled with another guy.
Things were getting out of hand. I had to call Brad for help, even if it meant getting scolded.
Better to be scolded by Brad than bullied by thugs.
Helen and Brad were right; places like this are dangerous and not for casual visits. I never want to come back.
The bar was on the food street behind the school. Not too close, but not far either. Brad had a car, so he'd be here in about fifteen minutes. Until then, we were on our own.
We fought back as best we could, but our efforts were nothing against these bar regulars.
My left wrist was cut and bleeding. Mia had been forced to drink a bottle of strong liquor and was passed out. Isabella was fighting off several guys, her coat soaked with alcohol, and her hair a mess.
"Don't touch her."
The guy who made Mia drink reached for her collar with a creepy smile. I didn't think twice; I grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it over his head.
The ashtray was thick glass, and I swung it hard. The guy yelped, and his head started bleeding.
I couldn't see the wound clearly in the dim light, but he clutched his head and fell onto the sofa, howling.
I was shaking but held the ashtray tight.
I was ready to smash anyone else who tried anything.
I didn't get the chance, because Brad arrived.
The bar door flew open, and several figures rushed in.
Cold wind blew in, making those near the door shiver. The onlookers turned to see what was happening.
It wasn't the cold that was scary, but the fierce aura of the newcomers.
Brad paused, spotted us, and rushed over. He pulled me into his arms, checking me over.
My left wrist was still bleeding, and the ashtray in my right hand had a corner stained with red.
Brad took the ashtray, threw it on the sofa, and looked at my wrist. His anger flared, and his eyes turned bloodshot. He kicked the nearest guy, sending him flying.
I'd never seen Brad so furious; he looked like a total badass.
Benjamin rushed to Mia, checked her over, and seeing she wasn't hurt, placed her back on the sofa. He then grabbed a bottle and smashed it over the head of the guy next to him. His fists pounded relentlessly, leaving the guy defenseless.
These men were only good at bullying women. Faced with real fighters, they cowered and took the beating.
The fight quickly turned one-sided, and the men were soon a mess.
The bar owner finally noticed the commotion and rushed out, pulling a gun from behind the counter, "Break it up, or I’m calling the cops!"
I didn't pay attention to how it was resolved; I just lay in Brad's arms. This was my first fight, and I'd hurt someone. The thought scared me.
The matter was resolved, with both sides suffering injuries. Knowing they were in the wrong, the other side didn't want to involve the police, and everyone went their separate ways.
Benjamin lovingly picked up Mia, pressed his face to her forehead, and something shiny welled up in his eyes.
With Benjamin caring for her so tenderly, how could he not like Mia?
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