Just reminding y'all this is angst so if you're not comfortable skip Also mention of drinking violence and abuse ⚠️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was invited to a friend's cocktail party. I really didn't want to go, but she insisted and kept nagging until I promised her I'd come. She said she'd have some of our old friends come over too. I didn't care about them or anything else; I was sinking in my own sadness. I mean, I had a nice apartment in the middle of LA and the job of my dreams that paid well and gave me enough money to travel once a year, but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted to have somebody to come home to, lay my head on their lap, and tell them about my day. Unfortunately, since my breakup with my ex-boyfriend Hassan six months ago, I didn't do much; I couldn't open up to somebody else.
My friend set up some dates for me with their single friends and brothers, but it was all a waste of time. I am a pretty woman, even by societal standards. I was wanted and had options and choices. I accepted the idea of dating and staying again after long arguments with my friends. They saw how horrible my state was after the breakup and tried their best to find me the "perfect guy." But I was so done with this, and I just wanted to find a replacement. Nothing serious, just a guy to sleep with, hoping he would get my mind off of him. And let me tell you, that did not work. I ended up hooking up with this guy called Luke. He was nice and all, even good in bed, but it just didn't click. I admit it; I only agreed because he was handsome. It was a waste of time. And now I hate myself even more for playing with his feelings. He doesn't deserve being treated this way; he deserves much better. Maybe we could have worked if I wasn't still in love with my ex. Unfortunately, I wasn't.
After a long day of lying layout in bed trying to decide what to wear, I settled on something simple yet pretty.
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When it was time, I put just lipstick on and my lashes. I didn't have the energy to do a full face, and honestly, I didn't think it was worth it. I'm just going there for half an hour, then heading home. I'm not in the mood. I also put my hair up and fixed it with some pins. Then drove to my stupid friend's house, regretting every second of it already. I parked in an empty spot next to her house. There was barely any. "A few friends," she said. There were more cars than a mall's parking lot here. It just gave me another reason to leave, but I didn't want to waste my makeup for nothing, so I just walked in, hoping for the night to end quickly.
There were a lot of people and loud music, but it wasn't awful. My friend was nowhere to be seen. Some fancy guy called Jacob offered me a drink, and I couldn't say no. For the looks he gave me, we would probably end up having sex in his car later. I don't mind a one-night stand now. As we were chatting, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I kept feeling a pair of eyes piercing my back, but I didn't dare check who it was. A lot of people had their attention on me; that wasn't new, but this was starting to get bothersome.
I turned around slowly, facing him. There he was, sitting across the room, staring back at me, with some blond girl grinding on his lap, trying desperately to get his attention. But the only thing he was focusing on was me. I suddenly felt like the two cups of wine I just drank wanted to leave my stomach, and I felt like throwing up. The guy I was flirting with kept calling me "Jasmine, Jazz! Is everything ok? You look pale." I could barely hear him. I started to feel dizzy, and my knees felt weak. "I'm fine; I need to breathe some air, that's all. I'm going outside. Be right back." I put my hand on his shoulder, reassuring him I was fine so that he doesn't follow me. I walked out and settled on the edge of the pool. The fresh cold air of the night was capable of bringing me back to life again. I didn't go back in, though. I simply sat there, letting the night breeze rock me softly. The blue neon lights reflecting on the surface of the water looked so beautiful, and I'd lost sense of time. That's when a figure sat next to me. I didn't want to look at him. It was probably Jacob checking on me. "I told you I was fine; I needed some time alone," I said in a low voice. "Me too, Jazz," no way, it can't be him. The Mexican accent I used to love. I almost miss it. "What are you doing here?" I struggled to talk as I tried to bottle up my emotions. "I was invited just like you," he answered, almost whispering. That's when I started laughing out of nowhere. "I should've seen it coming." I stood up, wearing my heels again, took my purse, and started to walk away. "Jasmine, wait, please," he begged me. I kept walking towards my car; why am I even here? He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. The blond girl he was with walked over to us. "Peso? Are you not coming? I got us drinks," she looked disgusting with her fake jewelry and fake boobs. I laughed again, looking at her up and down before unlocking my car. "Jazz, please let's talk, just a few words, then you can leave and hate me forever," he almost cried. "No thanks; I've seen enough of you to know how much of an immature man you are." I spit in his face. "Baby, please, it's been six months now; it's over, I swear." The key was stuck in the ignition. Why is this happening now? I just wanna leave. He put his hands on my shoulders, stopping me. "I've been sober for four months now; see? I'm a better man now, look at me! I've changed, darling; I truly did... I'm also quitting cigarettes and weed. Two weeks clean, honey, wasn't that what you wanted?" He was clearly desperate. "What do you even know about what I want? I'm not stupid anymore, Peso. I'm not playing your games anymore; do you take me as a fool? I won't fall for you anymore. I was with you through everything, since the very beginning; I was by your side even when you were so broke you couldn't afford your meals! I loved you and gave my time, my energy, my love. But all you did was get drunk and abuse me, every day for years. I saw something in you; I knew you'd be something great once, but even after all this money and fame, you're still running after bitches and wasting your time and mine too!" I yelled. The door was still stuck. "But Jazz, baby, I've told you I've changed; I quit and I'm working harder. I'll drop an album soon; some songs are dedicated to you, love. I know you like my music. I'm so desperate without you by my side.
You're the only thing that keeps me going; you're the reason I still sing. You're my muse; please don't leave!" A tear ran down his cheek. The door finally swung open, and I started the car. "If I go back to you, I'll never forgive myself, Peso. Abuse and violence you were using on me are not tolerable. I wish you all the best in your life and career, but sorry, I won't be there."
I drove away, leaving him standing there. The mix of emotions inside me was overwhelming, but I knew I made the right decision. The night air helped clear my head, and as I navigated through the city lights, I felt a sense of liberation.
As I reflected on the events of the evening, I realized that I needed to focus on myself and healing from the past. The road ahead might be uncertain, but I was determined to find happiness on my own terms.
With each passing mile, I felt proud leaving behind the weight of the past . The city lights blurred into a comforting haze, and as I drove into the night, I felt a renewed sense of independence and strength. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading 🕷️🖤 Please 🌟 (Also guys look )
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