Page 69 of Gabriel's Salvation

I spot a guy clearly dealing drugs and decide fuck it, I could do with something to take the edge off. As I'm walking over I see him take something out of his jacket, drop it into a bunch of cups, and make his way over towards Izzy and the group of girls she's dancing with. Oh Fuck no! I drop my drink and rush over, banging into him causing him to spill the drinks all over the floor and all down Izzy's top. Nate appears from nowhere and grabs the punk by his collar. The girls all try to get in the middle and Izzy pulls Nate away.

“That's right, run away like the little pussy you are,” the greasy haired punk calls after him.

“Oh, I'd watch your mouth if you wanna still be able to open it tomorrow,” I threaten while getting into his face.

“Screw you!” the guy glares, before turning and walking away. I turn around hoping to salvage the drink I just had, but of course in my haste, I dropped and spilled the whole thing. For fuck's sake! Just then I see that same guy throw his arm around Riley’s sister's shoulders. I race over but not before she takes a huge gulp of her drink. I knock the cup out of her hands, but it's empty. For fuck's sake!

“What the fuck did you just put in her drink?” I demand and push the jackass backwards.

The asshole just smirks at me, an evil, sadistic little smirk. “You fucking heard me! What did you give her?” I repeat, as I grab him by his collar and shake him.

“Just a little something to loosen her up a bit,” he laughs. “It’s no big deal,” he manages to get out as my fist flies, connecting straight with his jaw, knocking him back into the crowd.

“Fucking asshole,” the guy mumbles loudly as he spits out a mouthful of blood. He tries to land a punch on me but only manages to miss me.

I’m about to lay into the guy when I hear a small voice, “I don't feel so good.” I look over and see that Harpey looks spaced out and her eyes can't seem to focus. Roofied!

I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. “Where’s the fucking bathroom,” I shout at nobody in particular and someone points me in the direction of the stairs; I run up them.

I see a line forming outside one of the doors so head to the front and bang on it loudly.

“Open the fucking door! Open it now,” I bellow.

“There's a line, you know,” someone says in a snarky tone, but they soon shut up when I fire them one of my ‘fuck with me and you’ll regret it’ looks. Banging on the door again, I shout. “You've got five seconds to get out!” The door flies open and a terrified girl scurries out.

I go in and kick the door closed behind us, dropping Harpey down in front of the toilet. “Make yourself sick,” I command.

“I don't wanna,” Harpey mumbles.

“Do as you're told. Make yourself sick,” I growl at her.

She puts her fingers into her mouth but barely gets them past her teeth before she's gagging and removes them.

“I can't,” she whispers as she begins to slump her head against the toilet seat.

For fuck's sake, I don't have time for this shit. Grabbing her by the hair, I pull her head up and off the toilet seat. Grabbing her hand, I force her fingers down to the very back of her throat until I hear her begin to wretch. I move my hands just in time for exorcist-level vomit to come spewing out of her mouth. Thank god, I'm still controlling her head with her hair or it would have gone all over her. Once she stops heaving, I let go of her hair, a little too quickly, as it causes her head to fall down and hit the seat.

“Here, drink this,” I offer, filling a cup I found on the floor full of water.

“I wanna go home,” Harper grumbles as she sips the water I gave her.

I fling open the bathroom door yelling, “Someone go get Izzy or the Pocket Rocket,” to the people still standing outside.

“Who?” a girl asks.

“Isabella or Pocket Rocket.” Fuck, what’s her actual name? “Firey red head, big tits, little ass,” I explain to the blank face staring up at me. “Tucker… Tucker's girlfriend, the redhead,” I suddenly remember.

“You mean, Ava?” the girl clarifies.

“Yeah, that's her. Tell her to get here now. Riley’s sister needs her.”

The girl rushes off as does another one standing beside her.

A few moments later the door is pushed open and there stand Firecracker and Tucker.

“What the fuck?” they both say at the same time as they take in a semi-conscious girl on my lap as I'm forcing a drink down her throat.

“She took something. Give her fluids and put her to bed,” I order them as I stand up and literally thrust her into Tucker's arms and race out the door.

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