Chapter 2 DRUGGED

I froze; my eyes burned as hot tears seeped down my cheeks and blurred my vision. I gripped onto the plain baggie top I wore fisting it in my knuckles. Cora??. And Leon??. I clasped my teeth trying to stop the clattering sound it made.

C..co..Ra??. "I..I.." ~~~~ __Ariana!!! I care for you. I might be your sister but I do care for you. Ariana, take care. You are special to me~~~_ I held my hand over my ears, trying to stop the echoes of her fake promises. "What are you doing??." I jotted out my thoughts and stared at the waiter. "Are you staring at them??. Who are you??."

"I..." Without answering, I gathered myself from the floor and dashed out. With my every footfall, their voices beckoned in my ears; the truth revealed itself, or rather, I was finally able to see it. ~~~~ Leon is a jerk, a flirt, Ana. Leonard is a flirt, he isn't a decent man. That man is a fool, an arrogant one. That punk doesn't deserve someone as pure as you. Ariana, I don't trust that boyfriend of yours. ~~~ Quinn was right!!. She was fucking right!. I gripped the nearest wall; my head rested on It as I tried to ease the suffocating pains I felt in my chest. He was a jerk!!. Quinn was right!!!. That punk is a flirt. He is a cheap monkey!!!. Everything was a lie!!. His words, his promises, everything I thought we shared was a farce, a lie. "They were all the same," I whispered wiping the tears that stained my cheeks. "They were all the same!! Liars, cheaters!!! Manipulators." I sniffled. "Fuck him!!!. Fuck all of them. I'm done." Storming out, I grabbed my purse, which was on the sidebar, ready to get the fuck out of the hell hole. I...I needed to leave, to sulk in the dark like I always did. I turned scanning the crowd for Qunin. "Alcohol is the best cure!!!. Pains disappear in minutes." A girl cheered washing down the alcohol. "Ma, a drink?." The waiter cooed, extending the glass of alcohol. Without sparing a second thought, I grabbed the glass, tossed my head back and consumed the alcohol. It scorched through my throat, letting out a burn. Exactly what I needed. "More!!." I gritted. Fuck Leon!!! Fuck Cora!!! Fuck everyone!!!. "Plain?!!. Well, fuck him!!." I screamed, loving the feeling. The feeling I had never thought I would feel. I was long overdue for a release; I needed to pour out my frustration and years of bottled pain. I jerked the second glass and gulped it before tossing the glass to hell knows where. I was tired of being the understanding fool!!. I was tired of hiding my pains, of bottling everything up. Fuck everyone!!!!! I sat, my bag tossed aside. "The hardest!." The bartender nodded and offered the next glass. I swallow in one go, my gaze slowly becoming blurred. "More," I repeated, consuming every single glass I was given till I was too drunk to see a thing. "He..he called me plain after...he said he loved me!!." I whined rubbing my hair. "That bastard, I...I.." "Do you want more ma??." I beamed happily. "You..you are nice...unlike my useless boyfriend. No!!." I shook my head. "Not boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. That punk was there, shoving his tongue into my best friend's mouth, eww!!!." I shuddered. "That's sad." The waiter replied and placed the glass of wine in my hands. Mindlessly, I gulped it down, my eyes heaved to see his face. "I know, my ex-boyfriend is a scrum!!!." I screamed and threw the glass to the ground. Luckily, the music was too loud; no one could hear a thing, I barely heard what he was saying. "You are so kind and nice. Why did he do that to you??." "Why??. I..I didn't ask him." I slurped. "Wait!!!." I stood gripping onto the chair to stabilise myself. "I will ask him!!. He needs to tell me why??. I..I.am so nice..and cute so why??." I pouted staggering around. "I..i..never asked him for anything, I was always understanding, I believed everything he said to me. I was wrong, as usual; why do I always trust the wrong people? Why do I always fall victim? No matter what I do, I always get hurt, and I always feel scattered. I..I..am always felt to suffer." I gripped the chair, letting the tears slide down my cheeks freely. "I am a fool!!." "No, you aren't. You should ask him why??." I jerked my head up till drowsy from the alcohol. "You are right, I should go," I muttered, staggering and falling till I reached the door. I pushed it open, my gaze settled on the empty room. "Did they disappear??!. Oh god!!." I grasped falling to the floor. "My ex-boyfriend is a wizard!!!." "Ma, they have gone home." Home??. Yeah. I smiled, not sparing the man a glance. That bastard must have gone home. Well, Mr. Leonard, I am coming!!. I clutched the wall dragging myself to my feet. "Thanks, sir." I giggled, making my way to the crowd. Pull to a still, by the sudden urge I felt, desires splashed on me like a flood eroding all sense of reasoning. I gripped my top, trying to make it through the sweaty crowd, my body too hot to breathe. God!!. I groaned, trying to take a breath. I pushed the door open as the cold breeze slammed against my fragile skin, enveloping me in its cold embrace. My cunt squeezed harder as I clasped my legs shut. "Was this the effect of drinking??." I muttered dragging myself "Taxi!!." I screamed at the approaching car. It screeched to a halt and slid the door open. "To Zane villa but I don't have money." He thinned his lips, I think. It was way too dark, and the street light was too far to cast its rays on him. "It's pretty late, and you are drunk; that's the only reason I will drop you home." "Thanks!!!." I squeaked and ducked into the car, suppressing the throb I felt in between. "To Zane villa!!!." I screamed. ~~~~~~ UNKNOWN LOCATION.

The men, dressed in black suits, rushed in, their footfalls echoing through the walls of the resort. "Find him!!!." One growled as they bragged into every and any room they saw. "This can be happening!!. Fuck!!." He barked, slamming his fist to the white-painted wall, his teeth clasped in an insufferable way. "I can't!!. I can't lose, not after everything!!!!." "Sir. The media are here and he is nowhere to be found." The guard spoke. "Nowhere to be found?!!!!!. Are you fucking with me? How the hell can a grown man disappear into thin air? He is here!!!." He thudded. "We have been searching for an hour, sir. He can't be here." He spun around and grabbed the man. "I am the fucking boss not you." "Sorry, sir." "I don't give a fuck about your sorry. Franklin Zane is here somewhere. Find him." He gritted. "Sir...maybe he.." "I don't want to hear your stupid excuse. For Christ's sake, he is drugged. He must be around here trying to release. Find him and get him to where he should be. The media are outside, minutes away from stepping into that room." Jerking the man closer, he spat. "...And if Franklin Zane isn't in that room by the time they get there, then you wouldn't be in this world by the time they decide to leave, Understand??." The man worked down a hard swallow, nodding. "Use your fucking words!!!." "Y..yes, sir." He pulled him away, storming out of the resort, hands clenched, green eyes darkened, jaw locked and facial features hidden under his black hoodie. He brushed through the media, heading towards his car before he halted. "Franklin Zane!!! You darn bastard!!!." He slammed his fist against the car. "You escaped this time but how long will you be lucky??. One way or the other I will catch you.." A sickening smile curled on his lips. "And when I do, no one will be able to save you." ~~~~~~~~~ ARIANA's POV "Leon..ard", my supposed scream was muffled by the pains I felt between me; my head spun as I tried to make hay of where I was. Zane villa??. I grip the golden rail which secured the little fountain. "God!! This place was bigger than...than.. The whole country." I mumbled, staggering my way into the mansion. The moonlight shone above the white mansion, casting its rays on the golden stairs which led in. I tottered in, my gaze hazy barely seeing what was afar. "Leon..you bastard..why did you break my heart??." I grasped a mouth full of air squeezing my legs tighter, my in-between arching to be touched, to be exploited, to be fucked in ways a virgin shouldn't think of. I made my way up the stairs, gripping the golden rails, my body trembling violently. I..I..needed to be touched. I. I was arching. Mindlessly, my hands trailed to my waist and under my baggie white top, slowly making my way to my trousers. I yanked it away, groaning at the pain I felt. No..no I can't. I have never and I wouldn't start now. I tightened my grip on the rails, tears flooding my cheeks as my core throbbed harder begging for attention. I can't.. But I..I need to. A small cry tore from my throat, my being shaking with desires. I need to.. I turned, stalking my way to the nearest room, I needed release, I was drugged. I wasn't that dumb; I had watched my fair share of spicy movies and read dangerously a number of erotica; I could give myself the release I desired. With every step I took, my core rubbed together eliciting a little fiction. I pushed the door Into the nearest room shutting it immediately. "Control Ariana!. Control." I breathed crouching to the cold floor, my breath ragged, tears blistering my eyes. "Control!!. Please." My nails dug into my palm as I fought with the urge to give in. Just then, the sound of a door opening thudded through the dark room, almost overshadowing my ragged breath; a figure strode out, his steps letting a faint echo; soon he was close, so close I could smell the intoxicating scent of raw vinegar. My core clenched with desire as I shot my eyes up staring at the geek God upfront. Rough hair, chiselled jawline, green radiant eyes which glowed in the barely lit room, I trailed my gaze down and choked on air. He..he was naked. Completely naked. His muscles were tight and tough, his biceps huge, and his d!ck even bigger. Erected and spilling precum., Oh, Jesus!!. "I'm screwed"