Disloyalty

- Lost Fragments -

Andrew

I held her hair back, feeling the strands slipping between my fingers as she vomited violently into the toilet. My other hand rested on her back, as her body jerked, expelling the night's excesses. 

Why does she always end up like this? Why is she even here?

It had been years of carefully constructing my life to avoid her. Years of building walls, pushing her out of my mind, out of my life, as if that would erase the memories. 

And now, out of nowhere, she's back. Right here, in my fucking building, at one of my events and now throwing up infront of me in a night club. It was like some cruel cosmic joke. After all those years of fearing an awkward encounter, of worrying if I'd ever see her again, she shows up at the place and time I least expected.

And she's tangled up in my world again. Our jobs... linked? How? She always wanted to be a flight attendant. That was her dream. I always thought she had flew away and never looked back. 

"Andrew... what did you do with Jack?" Her voice was hoarse, tired, as she slowly lifted her head from the toilet, her cheek flushed against the cold porcelain. She slumped back against the cubicle wall, eyes half-closed.

"my fists were lonely" I said, leaning back against the opposite wall of the cubicle, this is so wrong im sitting in a female toilet on the floor. "the guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Bullshit," she muttered, her voice weak but sharp.

"True story—my fists have separation anxiety."

It was bullshit, of course. Complete bullshit. Watching her kiss that guy, seeing his hands on her,  was like fire under my skin. I wasn't even sure if I hated her or just hated the idea of her with someone else. I would've pummeled him right there if I hadn't remembered I was wearing a suit I just brought. I wasn't about to stain it with some bastards blood.

The truth was, I couldn't stand seeing her with anyone else. It was like a part of me still thought she belonged to me, even though I knew better. Maybe it was obsessive, but I couldn't help it. She was... Mia. The most stunning girl in any room, no matter where she went. She had this way of drawing people in – a magnetism, an effortless charm that made you feel like the only person in the world when she looked at you. And those eyes... her eyes could stop time, freezing everything around her in place, why would I let her go to waste on some dick.

"I feel fine now," she said, struggling to stand. "I'm going home. Thanks for being a creep and watching me throw up. Let's hope I drank so much I won't be able to remember this tomorrow." She managed to push herself up, wobbling slightly, but before she could take more than a step, her legs buckled, and she fell back, collapsing into my arms.

"Yeah, I don't think you're going anywhere tonight." I tightened my grip around her waist, steadying her and picked her up. 

We headed toward the fire exit, avoiding the main door where Jack was now pathetically nursing his bruised face with an ice pack pressed to his nose. Serves him right.

What Mia didn't know was that Jack was the biggest scumbag in the city, showing up to this club week after week to prey on women too drunk to resist. I'd seen him too many times in the company of girls who wouldn't remember his name the next day, she's an idiot for kissing him.

and I'm an idiot for even allowing it to go on for more than a second. 

The only reason I come here is to make business connections with the rich freaks who frequented these places. The club wasn't my scene, but for them, it was paradise. and also the easiest way for me to see who they really are.