Lalisa | jenlisa

Chapter 3

JENNIE

A loud ringing woke me from sleep. It wasn't my alarm clock, someone called me. I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen; 'Lalisa' was written there, I answered.

"What do you want? It's three in the morning." I growled annoyed.

"Hey, hey, hey, Jennie! Why so annoyed, my angel?" She was clearly drunk. "I think three in the morning is our time."

Did she seriously have no idea that I had a freaking breakdown because of her not even five hours ago? Am I going to just carry on like this as if I wasn't emotionally drained? Like I'm not bleeding inside?

"I'll be there in five minutes." I sighed.

"See you soon!" She giggled.

My self-loathing grew as I brushed my hair, changed clothes, sprayed me with her favorite scent, and then filled a backpack with water, candles, and apples.

With the backpack on my back and shoes on my feet, I opened my window. A thick branch of the tree in our garden led perfectly into my room, so I could safely climb it and then through other branches safely to the ground. After this action, I only had to cross the wooden fence, that's it.

Lalisa was standing in front of her house and when she saw me her arms spread out. I walked over to her and she immediately wrapped her arms around me, her lips on mine. Alcohol was all I tasted. Of course, Lalisa could only desire me when she was drunk, but my heart was still beating wildly.

I broke away from her, grabbed her hand and walked towards our retreat.

"Who were the people who went with you today?" I asked.

"A few friends." She leaned her head back to watch the stars.

"And what have you been up to?"

"Drank." She stopped and looked at me. "Are you jealous? Insulted?"

"Drinking on a Wednesday? And what about Liam and Lia? Who took care of the two?" I asked. 

Liam was her 12-year-old brother and Lia was her 6-year-old sister.

Lalisa shrugged her shoulders. "They stayed in their rooms."

We kept walking until we were in front of the one meter high wire fence, but instead of climbing over, we looked for our hole.

"Here!" The blonde cheered and slipped through. I did the same after her.

Again hand in hand we went over the asphalt to the fire station. The outer stone walls were smeared with grafitti. A flower, a pair of eyes and other things. I noticed that my mother had a similar flower put on her hand, but only the head of the flower.

Lalisa literally dragged me onto the bed.

"I have water and apples for you." I said I was interrupted by a kiss.

"Fuck it, all I need is you." She whispered and ran her cold fingers under my sweater.

"Don't you want to sober up first? Otherwise you'll have a migraine tomorrow, like last time." I was incredibly warm.

"When I'm sober I feel pain." Lalisa quoted dreamily and then began to fiddle with my neck.

She was a walking mess, broken in the head, a storm foretold. She was unpredictable, unsuspectingly dangerous, poisonous.

Soft tears formed in my eyes. 

"I love you."

Lalisa said nothing.