"I took a bath, it helped with the pain, but to make me feel even better I'm eatin' this," I said and gestured to my large serving of ice-cream, custard, and whipped cream.
Branna chuckled and shook her head. "Thank God you pick out the low fat on everything we buy. You'd be as big a house if you keep up this comfort eatin' thing you've got goin'."
I rolled my eyes. "I haven't even gained weight so clearly me comfort eatin' isn't bad."
Branna snorted. "Give it a while hun, your jeans will suddenly feel a bit too tight and then, after that, all hell breaks loose."
I shook my head and lifted up my bowl. "If you need me, I'll be eatin' my feelin's in my room while watchin' Dear John."
"Awe hun," Branna frowned and lightly chuckled.
She felt sorry for me and watched me exit the kitchen.
I headed up to my room, settled into my bed, turned on my television, and dug into my food. I snorted at Branna's logic; there was nothing wrong with comfort eating, so what if I gained some weight? Honestly, who gave a f**k?
Nope, not me. I'd rather deal with my worries by comfort eating and have some extra pounds than sit around afraid that Micah might beat me up again or what would happen when I saw Dominic again.
I groaned at the thought of him and all the trouble he had caused me in the short time I've known him. I shook my head, one bowl of ice-cream was nowhere near enough to deal with this bullshit.
8
"I can't believe we're this high up the mountains," I growled to Branna and quickly glanced around my surroundings.
I was mad that she brought me up here but when I caught sight of the view overlooking Dublin at night I was shocked I hadn't come up here before just to look at it. All the lights and patches of darkness from the fields were just stunning.
Branna rolled her eyes when I looked back at her. "We're ten minutes from the house. We live on the bottom of the mountain so what's the big deal about bein' higher up on it?" Branna asked.
I shrugged. "You said we were goin' clubbin' so I figured we would go to Temple Bar, Sin nightclub in town, or even The Playhouse down the Tallaght Bypass but not up the f**kin' mountains!" I snapped lowly and rubbed my bare arms to generate some heat.
Branna rolled her eyes at me again. "This place is exclusive; it's based up here because a lot of people with money come here who don't want to venture near town or anywhere like that."
I shook my head at her.
"You know, Branna, a normal older sister would take their little sister out for dinner or order takeaway or even go to the cinema when tryin' to make her feel better about gettin' jumped on. They don't bring said little sister to an underground night club," I hissed as we stood in a queue waiting to be assessed by the bouncers of Darkness, an underground nightclub that was apparently very exclusive after seeing the amount of people that had been turned away since Branna and I got into the queue.
Branna shushed me as she kept looking ahead.
"I don't have any form of identification yet though. I just turned eighteen for f**k sakes, Branna, they won't let me in," I whispered in her ear as we moved forward in the queue.
I was starting to sweat; I didn't want to be embarrassed by being turned down entry into the club. Branna brought me here to get me out of a funk I was in since Micah attacked me a week ago but embarrassing me wasn't going to help me in anyway.
"Close your mouth before I put me fist in it!" Branna snapped in a very low tone that honestly scared the crap out of me.
"Okay," I murmured and looked down.
I felt like I was being chastised by my parents. I mentally snorted at that, then gasped when Branna's hand pressed against the small of my back and urged me forward. I looked at Branna then looked forward; we were next, and the bouncers were waiting for us to approach.
"Branna, sweetheart," beamed a tall bouncer, with zero hair and a large black spiral tattoo circling his right cheek and down his neck, disappearing under his shirt.
I was horrified. Branna had been here before; I knew that because she told me when I asked about how she knew about the club that I'd never heard of, but what's worse was that this obvious criminal knew her by the excited way he addressed her.
"He looks like a serial killer, I'm f**kin' out!" I hissed to Branna and was about to move out of line only for her to hold me in place by moving her hand from my back to my hip, keeping me next to her. I winced a little because her hand was directly on my bruise, but I stayed put despite the pain.
"Hey Skull, this is me little sister. Her eighteenth was a few weeks ago. I thought I'd bring her to watch the fight and get her first alcoholic drink as an adult," Branna chirped making Skull chuckle.
"She knows the rules of the club?" he questioned.
Branna nodded her head. "Yep, I gave her a run of them twice and made her leave her phone at home so no videos or pictures can be taken."
Skull nodded his head at Branna then flickered his eyes back in my direction. I wondered if he would still ask me for I.D. then I wondered what 'fight' Branna was talking about and why I couldn't have a phone to take pictures or videos. Skull gave me a once-over and grinned at me, getting my full attention, before nodding Branna and myself past the red rope and into the club.
"Tell John to stamp the both of you for free drinks," Skull called after us.
Branna looked over her shoulder. "Thanks, babe." She grinned to Skull.
Skull.
My God, his name was actually Skull.
My sweating over my nerves of being rejected passed and instead, fear pricked at me as Branna held my hand and led me down four flights of stairs. This was literally an underground nightclub, we were deep into the mountain. To be honest, that freaked me out more than a little.
"They must be horrible to walk up when you're drunk," I voiced my thought aloud when I looked down to the steps.
"They are," Branna answered with a cackle.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, there were two huge black doors. They were closed and in front of them stood two huge bouncers.
"H-Hi." I smiled when they looked at me and Branna.
"Skull said for you to stamp us, John," Branna beamed.
The man on my right chuckled, so I guessed him to be John. "You have Skull in ribbons when you show off those pretty legs of yours, Branna. The poor lad can't think straight."