To fly you only need two wheels

a night to forget

*Kariss*

Max had talked me into drinking schnapps with him and even though I knew it was a stupid idea, I had gone along with it. When Max and I drank, especially when we drank schnapps, it always ended in a disaster. There was always a good story, but it was also usually very chaotic.

I trusted the Dutchman, though, and didn't worry much about anything happening to me as long as he drank with me. As long as Max was there, no one dared come near me anyway.

In the meantime we had boarded the dance floor and had it practically to ourselves. Whereby actually only I really danced.

Max moved his hand and his face to the music.

By now, I didn't really care if anyone looked at me as I danced. I just did it. What could happen to me tonight worse than a boyfriend who preferred to go out with his best friend than with me?

What could hurt me more today?

Even if someone would have laughed at me now for how I danced or if someone would have made a remark about my body again, it couldn't have hurt me more.

Basically, I had already hit rock bottom and if Marc hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have gone to the party at all. I would have preferred to work.

Then I could have distracted myself with work from the fact that even my own boyfriend preferred any woman to me.

But thanks to my new boss I had to choose the other option. Alcohol.

Fortunately, it was also effective and I had really forgotten that Robert was out with Kyra. At least until I could suddenly see the two of them.

They were a good distance away, but I saw them so clearly that everything inside me contracted.

Max didn't seem to have noticed at all. He had his eyes half closed while he danced away with his drink in his hand.

My gaze, however, was glued to Robert, who had his arm around Kyra's waist far too familiarly. She was leaning against his shoulder, looking at him in a way she shouldn't have, because I could read something in her gaze that I didn't want to read there.

It hit me to see the two of them like that.

Especially because they didn't know I was here, too. So that's how they always looked when they thought I wasn't around.

I felt tears immediately spring to my eyes. I swallowed them down "I have to go to the bathroom for a minute.", I mumbled to Max without feeling like he really heard me. He just kept going as before while I pushed my way through the crowd towards the restrooms.

"Hey, where are you going?", Marc grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Out.", I gasped, trying to hold back the tears.

I didn't want to cry in front of him. I hated crying. Especially in front of people I didn't know, and even though I felt something connected him and me, I just didn't know him. We had known each other for a few days. No more and no less. Even if our understanding was a good fit on the track, that didn't mean it was right interpersonally.

"What's wrong?" he asked confused, his gaze sliding to my eyes "Are you crying?" he raised his eyebrows.

His warm brown eyes scanned my face.

"Can you please let go of me?", I tried to free my hand from his grip "I just want to get out of here. I don't feel good.", that wasn't even a lie, even though I hoped he didn't understand what kind of not feeling good I was just referring to.

"If you don't feel well, I'll take you back to the hotel, then you shouldn't be alone right now..."

"Please, just let me go," I felt like an animal that had fallen into a trap and whose paw was now caught.