My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Soaked

After having my mood ruined by my own stupidity, I decided to go out. I didn't know where. Anywhere the night took me. I also wanted to have a drink or two. Who am I kidding? I wanted to get as drunk as possible.

"Where are you going this late?"

I usually wanted to take Miles with me, but not this time. I wanted to be alone. Even if it meant I'd be left alone with my thoughts. I'm already alone with my feelings anyway, so what does it matter?

"I'm going out to get shitfaced. I doubt my parents will notice my absence, but you keep your mouth shut anyway."

"Then I'm going with you. I know I'm not supposed to, but let me take care of you. I can't allow you to get in trouble and fall back into that lifestyle."

I didn't care anymore. It is what it is. My life has never been on a track.

"Nope. You can't come. Hector told both of us. You stay your fine ass here and wait. If you decide to sneak after me, I'll never forgive you."

The moment that sentence left my mouth, I realized he wouldn't care. He would rather have me mad than dead.

"I still can't let you go alone. Be annoyed or mad, I don't care. I am still your personal assistant. You need to listen."

Yeah, I need to, but I won't. He is an assistant. I don't think he will ever be more than that.

"I said you don't come! Maybe I can keep you, but you're not joining my bad decisions! You stay the fuck here or I send you back to him! Got it?!"

I watched his reaction. For the first time, he seemed mad. Seemed, but he can't be. I do what I please, and literally no one can stop me anymore. Why would I listen when there are no feelings that hold me back? Nothing is attaching me to him. My love is one-sided. It doesn't even matter at all.

He did as I asked and sat down. My parents know if they can't find Miles in case they wake up in the middle of the night, it means he's in my room and they won't bother.

"...take care please. I won't be resting till you come back safe."

I felt guilty for a moment. Leaving him like this... Always... it always felt like he cared like a human does. But I should know better by now. That's just how he's programmed. I took my keys and locked the door so he can't leave while I'm away. Knowing him well, he'll rather lie if he's asked about my whereabouts just to have my back.

I sneaked out. Weird, isn't it? That I can't care less what anyone says, yet I'm here, sneaking around like a rebel child. It was already almost 1 a.m. The streets were silent. Barely a few cars and no people. My mother would be worried that I would get robbed or killed. At this point, I didn't care about the last one either. I couldn't find anything to live for. Or change for...

I was looking for some cheap bar. I was really low on money now. And although I wanted to get drunk, I didn't want to spend it all on alcohol. After the first drink I left. It didn’t even give the taste of pleasure. What a waste. You'd think most bars are open all night. Well, no. After 15-20 minutes of walking in the middle of nowhere, I found another one. There were a few people, some of them already drunk as hell. I joined. The first tequila didn’t hit me enough. Neither did the second. I had a whiskey to follow. The world started to look blurry.

"Kid, as long as you have money I shouldn't care what you're doing, but you're drunk enough. Get yourself a taxi before you pass out."

All I heard was drunk, taxi. I had my third tequila, this time it went down slowly. My stomach was burning and twitching. Although I expected it to come, it still caught me by surprise when everything from the past two hours came back in the color of mud.

"Come on... I'll call you an Uber. Get your damn ass home."

I was feeling dizzy. I wouldn't go home. If I'm not welcome there, I'd check another bar. I was stumbling, barely able to walk anymore. I was stinky from my own vomit. On the streets again, I tried to find my phone to check the time but I dropped it.

"You dumb fuck..."

While trying to pick it up, I lost my balance and fell to the ground... and stayed there for a good ten minutes. Sitting like a homeless person, I buried my face into my palms. I felt sick.

"I... don’t remember where I am..."

Cool. I wasn't going to call my dad. I called Miles, since I was drunk I forgot that I locked him in my room.

"...are you alright? See? I told you that I would go. Now what am I supposed to do? I can't climb out of the window."

"Where are you?? You fucking someone else?!"

I could hear him sighing. I didn't even know what I was saying but probably didn’t make any sense.

"Will... you're drunk. Tell me where you are. I'll try to do something."

I paused to puke. I was confused, dizzy and moody. No matter how much I drank.

"Yeah fuck it."

I had no idea what happened, but I cut the call. What was I even angry about??

"The fuck is this awful stench?"

I murmured to myself, not recognizing it was coming from me and my clothes. I tried to get up as slowly and carefully as I could. It took a while, but I was on my feet again. Staggering like a baby learning to walk...

Honk

I ignored it.

Another honk

I still ignored it.

"Hey kid! Did you get lost?"

Now that was something I couldn’t ignore. Even in my deathbed I would still recognize this voice. I was mad at him for the things he couldn't help, but I still love him. I looked around to see him, wondering how he managed to get out of my room and take my father's car. Unless... he was with Miles...

"You know... I'm clueless how you got here but I'm actually gla..."

Yeah, no. Fuck this...

"You..."

In the middle of the night, in the middle of fucking nowhere, when I'm intoxicated, stinky, and annoyed, God sends me someone to fuck me up more. Great.

"Hop in the car. I'll get you home."

"Fucking pedo. Get lost."

Why did I call him a pedophile? Don’t ask me, I barely was in a conscious state.

"I beg your pardon? You look like a homeless alcoholic. I can smell you from here. I was nice, so get your ass in the car. It’s about to rain and it’s past 3:30 a.m."

I was about to pass out. His voice became silent in my ears and got replaced with a ringing noise.

"F...fuck you..."

I don't remember more. I dropped on the ground like a sack of sweet potatoes...