CHAPTER FOUR
Izzie's POV
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We arrived at the club not too far from the restaurant. I stood in front of the club frozen--i had never been to a club before. The only one have been to is some sort of a karaoke club and it was because Sophie insisted i come with her. The others had already gone inside--Abigail must have noticed i didn't follow them in coz she came back out to look for me.
"What are you waiting for? come in." she gestured for me to come. I clutched onto my handbag tightly and walked into the club with Abigail-the thrum of bass heavy music vibrated through my chest as. The club was a blur of dim lights and deafening sound, a relentless assault on my senses the moment I stepped inside.
The noise crashed against me like a wave, the flashing lights stabbed at my eyes, and the crush of bodies pressing in from all sides made it hard to breathe. I followed Abigail as we worked past the crowd and towards the bar counted-- where the others were..they already placed the orders for our drinks.
I sat on the bar stool and leaned against the counter, Abigail also took a seat next to me. The bar was more peaceful compared to the chaos on the dance floor. I took my drink from the counter and brought the straw to my lips. I have had alcohol before so this was not a new thing.
The night went by quickly--i and Abigail talked through the whole night. I told her a little about myself and she did the same--she was a pretty good listener and fun to listen to as well... The night ended with us saying our goodbyes and going our separate ways.
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I got home a little later than I expected. My dad had called me earlier and I told him I was gonna be late so he wouldn't worry too much. I wasn't too drunk just a little tipsy.
I met dad in the living watching a show as I walked into the house--he was probably waiting for me to return. "I'm home". I said as I took off my jacket and hung it on the hanger. "Welcome, how was your first day at work?". he asked not even sparing a minute to settle in. " it was fine dad, the job wasn't that hard and..."--i suddenly thought of telling about what happened today I mean he will find out eventually..."And?" he said snapping me out of my thought.
"Ohh, it's nothing. I just wanted to say the people were nice and I had a lot of help" I gave him a genuine smile. I didn't want him to worry too much about me so I decided not to say anything about what happened. "That's good to hear then, i'm heading to bed now so you freshen up okay?". he stood up from his seat. "Alright dad, have a good night sleep".
"Also, there's leftover food in the fridge if you are hungry". he said. "Okay" I smiled as he walked past me and into his room. I brushed the thought away and went into my room to freshen up. I wasn't gonna let the thought of what happened ruin my sleep tonight.
As usual--or maybe not but it's gonna become a routine eventually I guess. I got to work early today--dad has woken me up earlier than usual because he had some business he had to take care of with some clients--i'm not sure, I don't know the details, but it's definitely about fixing a car.
Abigail and the others arrived a little later than me--together we cleaned the restaurant and prepared to open for the day. I haven't heard a thing from Mr. Brook and it is making me feel anxious--more than i'll like to admit. What is he planning to do to me? I let my thought drifted off as the place opened and customers started coming in.
Today was a little busier than yesterday--maybe it is always busy. I was busy attending to a customer when my phone started buzzing like crazy. I apologized to the customer and excused myself to pick it up...It was an unknown number. "Hello?" I said as I swiped and lifted the phone to my ear. "Hello, is this Mr. Miller's daughter?" I heard a woman's voice from the other end. "Yes, it is her. Who is this please?" I asked as I wondered who this person is and how she knew my dad.
"This is K.G hospital, I am afraid to inform you that your father has been admitted and he's currently in surgery". I froze--My breath became uneven, shallow,like I was gasping through a narrow straw. The world around me tilted and spun, blurring into colors and shapes I couldn't name. Her words echoed in my ears, heavy and sharp, carving through the air.
My dad is being operated on? a chill spread through my chest, tightening like a fist around my heart. I tried to speak, to move, to do something--but all I could do was stand there, sinking under the weight of it...