It's been days since mom had passed. It was already 4 P.M. and I was still in bed and my curtains were still closed. I knew I had to get up sooner or later, but I didn't want to. It was nice in my bed, it was warm and it felt save. So I decided to stay here for a little longer and just stare at the picture on my nightstand.
I was all on my own. I didn't have a mother or a father. Neither did I have any other family nor friends. i had no one to help me or take care of my. Gavin didn't want anything to do with me so he wasn't any help. How was I supposed to do this all by myself, I was just a 17-year-old girl who lost her mom.
It was 2 hours later when I decided I had to do something, something to get my mind of everything. And what gets your mind off thongs better than alcohol, right. I took a quick shower and put on some mascara before slipping into a pair of ripped jeans, a white T-shirt and my leather jacket. I grabbed my black leather booties and quickly put my hair in a ponytail.
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I walked in to a bar with the name Rousseau's. The ambience was kind of warm and cozy. I sat down on a stool by the bar an ordered a drink (with my false ID I had made when I was still in Holland) by a blond bartender named Camille, according to her name tag.
Suddenly a guy sat down on the stool beside me, and to be honest he was quite good looking. He had that 'I'm a bad boy and you're gonna love me even though you hate me' kinda look, with his light stubble, his leather jacket and a smirk that could make every woman fall in love with him, plastered on his face. He ordered a bourbon from Camille and I could feel his eyes scan my appearance. I felt my cheeks burning up a little, but I didn't want him to notice so I turned my face, acting like I was really interested in what was on the other side of the bar.
"And what does a pretty girl like you, who clearly isn't old enough, drinking in a bar at 6:30." Something about his accent made my knees weaken. I turned to him and I saw him smile at me.
"Uhh, I don't really wanna talk about it and I don't even know you." I simply said, hoping to he wouldn't notice how broken I was.
"Fair enough" he said and held out his hand. I hesitated before I shook it. I don't know why, but something told me he wasn't the kind of person I would want to know.
"I am Klaus." He said as he shook my hand.
"I'm Audrey." I blushed. 'Seriously? Why was I blushing, he was just a guy and he told his name. there is nothing to blush about. And I don't even know the guy.' I mentally slapped myself.
"Now you know me. So, tell me love, why are you so upset?" he asked
"Yeah, that's not how it works. Knowing you name is not the same as knowing you" I laughed sarcastically as I took a sip of my drink.
"alright then, love" He downed his drink and looked at me and smirked. "where shall I start?"
"From the beginning I guess." I was a little shocked when he said that, because I thought he would have stopped trying by now.
He told me about how he was born and raised in a small town called Mistyc Falls by his mother and father with 5 other siblings, how he was abused by his father and how he learned that his father wasn't even his father. About how his youngest brother was attacked by wolfs and didn't survive. He told me that after his mother died, his family drifted farther apart and that he and 2 of his siblings and he had been traveling across the world. But then they found New Orleans and decided to stay here.
"So, that's the short version of my story." It has been talking for almost an hour, so it wasn't that short.
I just stared at him, I didn't know what the hell to say. He had been through so much and he's only what? 20-21? I couldn't help but to feel bad for him.
"Now you know everything about me, so will you now tell me why you are drinking so early?"
"Alright then," I sighed and took a huge sip of my drink. "Ehm... well my mom was killed last night." I hold my breath, trying to hold back my tears. "The police think it was a mugging gone wrong." I whipped away a few tears and smiled away my pain. "So that's why I'm drinking at 6:30."
"Well then love, let's get you another drink." He smiled kindly and ordered another drink for both of us.
We spend the rest the night talking and drinking. I laughed and I cried, and at the end of the night I was wasted. It was time for me to get home. I tried to get up, but failed. I slipped and almost fell, but Klaus caught me just in time. he sat me down back on the stool and grabbed my bag.
At first I thought he was going to steal my stuff, but instead he helped me off the stool and laid my arm around his neck and his arm around my waist. We walked out of the bar and the cold breeze slapped me in the face. my legs got even weaker and I almost tripped over my own feet, but he held me up.
He brought me home and unlocked and opened door for me, because , even though the walk home sobered me up a little, I couldn't even do something as simple as put a fucking key in a fucking keyhole. I stumbled inside and headed straight for my bed. I let myself fall onto my bed, I didn't even bother taking my shoes of.
"Thank you, Klaus." I mumbled just before falling in sleep
