The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 29 Make Me Feel

Roselia's POV

The club wasn't that far away from home. It took me around 20 minutes to walk from home to the club near campus. All through the walk, I had a fight with myself. More specifically, I had arguments with good and evil me. This was how the evil went:

'Why are walking in the night with just sweatpants, your HOME slippers and a thin T-shirt?'

'I have to help him.'

'And why is that? You feel guilty? Suck it up, sister. He has to live with it.'

'You're mean.'

'I'm you.'

My conversation with the good was less aggressive.

'Make sure you take care of him.'

'I know.'

'Tell him how you feel.'

'I'll hold on to that thought.'

'It's time you be brave and face your problems. No more running away.'

That's how my debate went. Soon enough, I was standing in front of the menacing neon building downtown down a busy street. People kept building up at the front where the bouncer screened each and every person before letting them walk in. Girls were wearing tight, skimpy clothing to fit in with the party scene. I haven't seen a crowd like this ever since the one direction concert! I guess people wanted to take advantage of the consecutive holidays.

Out of reflex, I pulled my shirt further down my pelvis and curled my toes uncomfortably, hoping that my toes would retreat back into my body so that no one could see it exposed. I was definitely underdressed.

"Selia!" Ashton's voice shook me out of my insecurities. He was elbowing through a pool of people to step outside of the club. Numerous pairs of feminine eyes followed his every movement. I even heard someone purr. Those eyes turned to me with a glare as they saw Ash approach me.

"Thanks for coming." Ash's features were filled with worry and concern. "He's lost himself."

I tilted my head. "Why?"

His blue eyes bored into mine. "You'll see. We've managed to push away any more alcohol for the past hour or so. But there's already a lot in his system already. He usually sobers up fast." He took his hands out of his pocket and performed a gesture I was used to getting from him; holding his hand out. "There's a lot of people in there. You might need to hold on if you don't want to get lost."

I eyed his hand hovering in the air. Jasper was in trouble, I had to quickly help him!

Without another moment of hesitation, I took his hand and he led us into the pounding building. I couldn't understand why people found pleasure in alcohol. We just lose control if it gets out of hand. I, for one, would love to have control over my body. We had to push through the pool of people in front of the building. Ash gave a nod to the bouncer and whispered something in his ear. My mind readied itself for the foreign scene I was about to face.

The beating lights attacked me with momentary blindness I could not avoid as we stepped foot into the building. Bodies rubbed against each other to the beats of the house music. Bass from the speakers resonated from the soles of my feet to the tip of my head, striking me with uncomfortable surges of blood that moves with the rhythm, as well. I hate clubs.

Ash shoved through dancing bodies as he guarded me behind his broad back. Why did I wish he was someone else at a time like this?

We walked with difficulty through the entire floor and neared the bar where there was some space to breathe. Ash let go of my hand and guided it to the counter where I could stabilize myself. Taking a deep breath, I regained my stability.