red love (z.m.)

8. Stressed

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"Parties are about people, alcohol is about you."

Charlotte

And that's when I lost it.

I grabbed my jacket and ran out of the house slamming the door. Nothing can stop me, I am so pissed and sad, two kids?! Is he normal?! He was blaming my mother this whole time for cheating she didn't even commit. Bastard. I can't believe him.

I walked to the nearest bar and ordered I double whiskey. I need this right now.

What am I going to say to him?

I scull back my drink to the end and enjoy the burning of alcohol in my throat. It was soothing me.

Why do I have such a messed up life? Why did I deserve this?
Never have I ever done something wrong, why this? Why my parents?

There were so many questions I couldn't answer myself and I was going crazy.

I wave the bartender and he comes as he notices me. "What can I get you my Trouble?" He asks. "Two tequilas Jimi boy." I say, smiling how he remembered me, I used come here in my teenage years with my friends and a few times I got into some fights with some stupid bitch here, so he calls me Trouble ever since.

"Where are your friends?" He asks politely and flashes me a beautiful smile, he's so gorgeous.

I then remember my old friends, all freaks with tattoos and all, but I've changed and I'm not into that anymore but I kinda miss them.

"I don't know, should I call them?" I cry. Maybe I should.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you in years and they kinda stopped coming here since you left." He says sadly.

I take my phone out and dial Vannesas number.

"Hello?"

"Van, is that you?" I ask, not recognizing her voice.

"Charlotte?!" She squeaks like a child.

"One and only." I say, a smile creeping on my face. I just know realize how much I miss them.

"Oh my fucking God, I can't believe it's actually you! Are you in Melbourne?" She yells happily.

"Yeah, I am. I'm just calling if you wanna come down town to our old bar where we used to hang out, bring the others too." I recommend softly, still smiling.

"Of course! Oh I can't wait to see you, we'll be there in 10. Bye Char-Char!" She quickly says and hangs up, probably not believing I just called her.

Fifteen minutes had pasted and the door burst open. They're here.

"Charlotte! My old girlfriend!" Van squeels and hugs me tightly.

*

"Ladies and gentlemen, please put your seat belts on, we're landing soon. Welcome to Miami. I hope you enjoyed your flight."

The women from speakers is heard and I groan to myself. My head is hurting so bad. I went to Melbourne to solve problems with my family and instead I got drunk with my old friends. How nice kid I am.

I don't remember much, just that Zayn came to the bar and saved me from alcohol. I was pretty drunk, I guess I needed that. I was so stressed and needed to take it out somehow, guessed it didn't went well. But the worse part of it all I made a fool of myself in front of Zayn, I can't look at him in the eyes, so embarrassed.