Soaked

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After having my mood ruined by my own stupidity , I decided to go out. I didn't know where. Anywhere the night takes 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 means I'll 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 go 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 this sentence left my mouth I realized he won'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 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 ?!"
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 don't 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 being 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 am . The streets were silent. Barely 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 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 walk in the middle of nowhere I found another one. There were 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 *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 yet it got me with surprise when everything from the past two hours came back in the color mud.
"Come on... I call you and Uber. Get your damn ass home"
I was feeling dizzy. I won't go home. If I'm not welcome here, I check another bar. I was stumbling, barely able to walk anymore. I was stinky by my own vomit. On the streets again, I tried to find my phone to check the time but o 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 10 minutes.
Sitting like a homeless, 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 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 who's learning to walk..
*Honk*
I ignored..
*Another honk*
I still ignored
"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 did he menage 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 get you home"
"Fucking pedo. Get lost"
Why did I call him 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 am"
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 potato..

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