𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

c h a p t e r_s e v e n: drunk dazed

Debora sat there at their booth anxiously, her green eyes scanning around the vast vicinity occupied by drunken adults along with business men that has two woman giggling on both of their arms. The bar was rather pleasant, it's not the stereotypical wild and loud bar she has on her mind. She might say it was rather tamed, then again it's a bar so she decided not to think too much about it, But be grateful that they were safe. For now at least.

Y/n was mingling with the bartender as he whipped up their drinks. She has a carefree smile on her face, problems that she has at the back of her mind was gone with the wind the moment they were allowed to enter. "So, you got a pet?" The bartender whose name is Sam asked out of the blue, "What?" Y/n giggled as she took the drinks in hand when he placed the finish products on the table, "That random huh? My bad girlie."

"It's ok." Y/n assured whilst giggling to make sure that he knows that it was fine, if he was an avid over thinker such as her, thanking him as she went away before he can say anything more that regard of the question he just asked of her earlier. "Took you awhile."

Y/n rolled her eyes at her, "Sorry, did you miss me already?" Saying suggestively, which Debora stared at her with disgust on her face, "You are so gay." Replying before taking a sip on the liquor she bought for the both of them, "Bisexual actually." Smiling indefinitely whilst chugging down the beverage as if it was water.

"And, I." Pointing at herself, smirk never leaving her face, maintaining eye contact with Debora, "Will mingle, want to come with?" Despite her want to meet everyone on the bar, she can't just leave her friend there alone, "I can stay if you want-

"No, you enjoy. I'll be in the dance floor, or the counter for drinks." Y/n nodded, offering her friend a smile. As if it ever left her face, facing the crowd in front of her as they danced or merely sitting down, or standing up by that matter. She was ready to make this a memorable night of her life, a spike of anxiety bloomed her chest upon the possibility of talking to people, the jitters.

Y/n always call it that, every time she wanted to do something remotely bold. The jitters always holds her back, but her drive to live the best life with every passing second, minutes or hours is stronger by the jitters. "Just come back safe, to me, ok?" Debora interrupted Y/n's train of thoughts, noticing how she was holding the woman's wrist, preventing her from leaving.

A soft look plastered on her face upon seeing the concerned look on Debora's face. "Of course, when do i not?"

Maria Tere, it was supposed to be a safety net for her. A place she can grow happily, not despising every minute of her youth in the said place.

Juana Tere.

She who raised her to be a proper woman,
A good housewife might i add. Constantly drilling rules over rules, with the pair of chores that she can only do, fuck it up. And you're fucked, that's how her life was in the orphanage.

"When is she waking up?!" Her shrill voice was heard from outside the room, a girl who looked like she was around 15 years of age, didn't budge from her position, which is lying in bed. Although the others would cower upon hearing Juana's voice booming on the orphanage, specifically when her tone suggests being enraged.

She, on the other hand was unfazed.

"Y/n, get up. You won't reach anything in life if you sleep that long." She shouted at the said girl who lay motionless on the bed, snores was heard from the teen. "Hmm." She mumbled.

"This child is swear."

Her eyes on the floor, finally awoken from her slumber. Sitting on the lounge area of her home, Juana was tinkering around the place while chewing her ear off, she doesn't care enough to listen. It was all the same;

"Your parents killed themselves because they had you."

"If you weren't a fuck up, you wouldn't be here!"

"I did everything in my power to raise you, all of you!" She'd add. "And this? This is how you repay me?!" It stung to hear her say that, though it was the same words over and over again. The ache, it was there.

It never left, all she wanted was for Juana to look at her, at least with a bit of adoration or acknowledge her, as a person capable of doing anything. Anything at all, without finding fault at what she does.

She just wanted Juana to love her like a daughter at least.

How many long cups of hard bittersweet liquor has she drank? 3? 4? 5? At best? She wasn't sure. Y/n lost count an hour ago, or so. Her visions were mostly in circles, if not for every time she blinks, she's on another side of the bar along with a stranger giggling about something she doesn't have any recollection with.  Probably about life? Or sharing such daring and scandalous secrets to one another, who knows?

Amiss her spinning visions and her way of walking barely straight. Her mind was alert, well, trying her best to be alert. Looking for her best friend Debora who was supposed to be in their booth, however when she arrived at the said place, she was nowhere in sight, but only Y/n's purse. She was panicked upon seeing it unguarded, fortunately when she was able to  take it from the leather seats proceeding to check inside, her valuables are still there.

"DEBORA?!" She shouted, uncaring if the people around her looked at her weirdly, grumbling profanities under her breath, feeling her body growing heavy, wanting to lay down and her close her eyes for a minute. Yet she pushed through the crowd.

Bumping unto someone, Y/n apologized as the person chuckled, "No worries." Looking at the said person, she smiled lopsidedly, "Sam?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm on my break."

"Oh, then nice seeing you!" She slurred, pushing past him. Y/n didn't know how long she'd been walking, but one blink ago, she found herself walking down a path of velvet covered stairs. Gripping on the wooden bars that were placed on the side of the wall for support, stumbling upon an open door. There was a booming voice that echoed throughout the room.

- A RARE CREATURE INDEED!"

"THE BIDDING-

Following the voice blindly, there were rows and rows of seats in front of her. And a big stage in front of the said seats, a man with a microphone on a pedestal and a cage beside him. -GOING ONCE? GOING TWICE?"

She couldn't hear what the man was saying for the room was loud because of the voices overlapping together of those who sat on the chair, her attention was focused solely on the hypnotic effect of the yellow colored eyes that pierced on her own.

b l i n k

Suddenly everything was blurred.

As if it was like a dream.

and then, darkness.

- To Be Continued