Injured - Kris Guštin

CHAPTER 26

After tidying all of our mess in the back rooms in Stožice, we headed to the biggest club in Ljubljana. We had to wait a bit at the entrance, and then there was an ID check (so you know with me, it's always a bit complicated). But we made it inside.

It felt crazy. I did not go into a lot of clubs; there isn't any in my town anyway, I did it a few times only with the friends. But this was completely different from what I experienced. There were so much people! It felt like half of the stadium was there.

We directly went to a table in the back to have some drinks. I sat on Kris's lap, resting my back against his chest. Him playing with my hair was the most relaxing thing. The music was super loud so it was difficult to speak together, but we enjoyed every bit of it.

Soon Kris grabbed my hand and we went to the dance floor. There was not much place, as everybody was here. But I never lost his gaze. His happy blue eyes were fixed on mines. We shouted every lyric together. That was the first time I had the occasion to dance with him; I must say that I don't regret it. It was totally incredible.

Stuck against each other, I savoured the smell of his cologne. Every time at home I yearn for this smell. It was so unique; it was him. I felt his hand on my head. I just closed my eyes. I felt at home in his arms.

After a couple of dances, I went back to the table. All the boys were gone. I sat, I was a bit tired with everything I did today. I mean, it really was a busy day. But definitely one of the best.

I was watching everybody; there were all enjoying the party. I could sometimes see Kris's face, always lightened up by a wide smile.

I wanted to dance again with him, but when I tried to get up, everything was moving weirdly around me. My head was aching like hell. Did I drink that much? Well, I don't remember how many glass I drank. That' already not a good point.

I wanted to join Kris so desperately, but every step I made, I was nearly falling on the ground. I fell one more time, but I was lifted up on my feet again.

"Be careful mademoiselle," he said.

"T-Thanks," I mumbled, but I don't think it was understandable. My vision was very blurry; like before I got my operation on my eyes, when I was a child. But it was like I was on a boat, I was so unsteady that I had to grip the wall. The sounds of the party were distant, I was like in my own world.

Kris's Point of View

I danced with Katrina. That was absolutely incredible. She definitely knows how to move.

She was tired; after this long day I could only understand. She gave lessons this morning, even before I was up, just to come here to see me! She's truly the most wonderful woman on earth.

Sometimes, I could see her, sitting at our table. She always waved back, with this bright and cute smile on her face.

I joined my friends, doing a weird choreography in a corner of the room. Bojan gave all his heart to it (I swear he was not the same man after drinking a bit too much).

"I don't see Katrina, you know where she is?" Asked Nace.

"She told me she was tired," I said in a shrug. "She went back to our table!"

"Nace is right Kris," Jan told me. "She's not at the table."

I frowned. She told me... It's not usual. She's not a big fan of this kind of party, she wouldn't go alone anywhere. I searched a bit in the crowd, but she was nowhere to be seen. I met Jan and Nace's gaze.

In a matter of second, I was at our table. Her handbag was still there. I grabbed it; her phone was still inside.

"Her drink has been drugged," Jan noticed. He pointed her glass. I felt the anger -against myself- growing in me. I was never there when she needed to be protected.

I looked around me. The only exit near here was a firestop door. I walked quickly towards that door, followed by Jan and Nace.

I opened the door, revealing a man. He was tall, but not as me. I could hear sobs behind him. My anger grew even more, my blood was boiling in my veins.

"GET OFF OF HER, BASTARD!" I grabbed his shirt and pulled him with all my strength, letting him fall on the ground.

Katrina was there.

She slowly followed the wall, falling on her knees, crying even more. I kneeled, surrounding her in my arms. She was still whispering, words in so many languages I could only understand the ones in Dutch.

"Katrina, I'm here, it's me, Kris," I said in our mother tongue. "It's over now; Nace threw him out," I said, looking up. Nace only nodded with his sombre face.

"Y...you're...the real..."

"Yes I'm the real Kris. It's over, it's over. Hey there draga, I'm here," I whispered. Her head relaxed on my shoulder. Her breath was cooling down. I turned my head over the boys, who were by my side. "We'll go home; she needs rest."

"Yes," Jan nodded. "You have her bag?"

"That's not the most important," noticed Nace.

"A woman without her bag is always freaking out, I'm avoiding him another panic attack," Jan scolded with a small grin, pointing to me. Well, he was not wrong.

"I have it," I told them. I passed it on my shoulder, before lifting up Katrina, bridal style. Her head rested in the pit of my neck. I could feel her wet cheek from crying. "You tell the other?"

"Yup. Anyway if there's others like him, we'll not stay," nodded Nace. I agreed.

My apartment was not far from the club, 10 minutes by foot. The streets were empty, lightened only by a few streetlights. I could feel her breath on my skin. My heart hurt seeing her like this. She was still talking, but it was nonsense. Her arms were gripped around my neck, as if I could disappear in a second.

I finally got home. Every light I turned on burned her eyes, so I stayed in the darkness. I laid her in our bed; I thought she was sleeping, until she spoke again, her eyes still closed. I kneeled next to her, caressing her hair.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. I frowned. Why would she be sorry? "Because of me you did not enjoy the party."

"I don't care about the party," I told her, whispering. "I can't enjoy anything if you're not safe by my side. I just want you to be safe." I kissed her forehead. She grabbed my hand, her thin fingers intertwined in mines.

"Don't go Kris."

"I'm not leaving you."