Walking Travesty

Let's Drink To Feelings Of Temptation

(Important authors note in the end, please read it xx) 

"Clara". I turned around only to find more white walls. There was a strong scent of medicine in the air and I almost choked on it. I hated that smell. It was disgusting. It filled my nostrils and it was like it formed a lump in my throat so I had a hard time breathing. I ran down the long halls that just kept continuing in what felt like a life time. Then I tripped and fell face first down on the white linoleum floors. I sat up surprised that I wasn't hurt. I wasn't in a hall anymore it was a room. With a big window, clean walls with only one painting of a woman in a white dress. I turned to look at the bed. A woman was laying in it with wires attached to her everywhere making her look like something fake. A doll or something. Her eyes were closed and her hands were small, thin and blue from the cold. She had no hair and a hospital gown on hiding her now very slim figure. She was ill. She was my mom...

-

"Clara wake up", someone said dragging me out of my dream. What kind of dream was that? It wasn't scary enough to be a nightmare and it wasn't good enough to be a nice dream. It was just weird. "Come on Clara your hand is on my crotch", the voice said again. Even though I didn't know who it was I didn't want to touch their lower parts. With force I opened my eyes to a very familiar room. The posters on the walls were very comforting. "Well welcome back". Then the headache crashed into me making me shut my eyes in pain. I growled and the person laughed. "Come on I need to go down and party". I opened my eyes slowly once again and looked up to find Brad smiling down at me. What the hell happened? "What?", I asked noticing my hand was still on his crotch. I removed it as fast as I could and stood up. Well that was a big mistake. I lost balance and fell down on the floor landing on my butt. Of course Brad started to laugh making me look at the floor in embarrassment. "What happened?", I asked him and glanced at him. He was having a cute smile on his lips as he looked down on me. "You fell asleep I think. Then landed on the floor. I had to pick you up". Well that was embarrassing. "oh my god I'm so sorry you were saying something when I fell asleep right?", I asked and he looked at his hands. "Yea but it's not important right now". Why did I have to fall asleep? "Please just say it. I want to know", I pleaded and he sighed but looked defeated. "Okay well-", and the door to the room opened. "Clara?". I could recognize that voice everywhere. Aaron. "Why are you in here?", he asked and walked into the room letting the door stay opened. "Got lost on the way to the bathroom?". He shrugged and helped me stand up which didn't go well. Why was it so hard to keep my balance. "You get drunk really fast, you only had like 3 shots and a beer", Aaron laughed as he wrapped his hand around my waist holding me up. "Isn't that like a lot?", I slurred having trouble finding my words. I didn't really care to say it wrong though. I wasn't embarrassed. I've seen plenty of people being more drunk than me. Especially at concerts. "Not really no", Brad answered winking at me. "Still need the bathroom?", Aaron asked and I shook my head as a no. "Do you want to go home?", he asked again and I didn't know. I wanted to know what Brad was about to say. I had this feeling that it was kind of important. "I'm just going to go", Brad awkwardly said. "But-", I started. "We'll talk later okay?", he answered my upcoming question and walked out closing the door behind him. "Is this Brads room? Holy shit that's big", Aaron laughed looked around in the room. "Yea I guess". "Why is your shirt all wet?", Aaron then asked and pointed at my shirt. Maybe I spilt some of the champagne over myself. "Oh. I didn't know". "I'll just go down stairs to say bye to the guys okay? You need to go home". Aaron kissed my temple, opened the door and closed it again. Then I got an idea. I walked to Brad's closet trying to find a shirt to wear. I looked through the drawers not finding a cheap shirt to wear. They were all either too pretty or they looked too expensive. I looked through the last drawer where I found a black tank top kind of thing. I shrugged before wiggling out of my silk top and threw it at the floor. Then of course the door to the closet opened. "SHIT", someone yelled and I think I knew that voice well enough to know that it was Brad. I covered my upper parts even though I was wearing a bra. "I thought you were down stairs", he yelled his eyes burning into mine. Why didn't he look away. "My shirt was wet so I had to change it", I said quietly. His eyes were widened and his mouth was a little open. "So you decided to steal one of my shirts?", he asked now smirking. "Yes. But I could only find this tank top thingy", I replied and he furrowed his eyebrows. Why the fuck didn't he look away? This was so weird. "There are lots of clothes here", he said confused pointing at all of his clothes. "Yes. But this clothes isn't you. Not all the fancy shirts or ties, butterflies, nice shoes all of it. You're a T-shirt and skinny jeans kind of guy", mumbled. I picked up the tank top, turned around and took it on so it wasn't as awkward talking to him. "Hailey always picks the expensive shirts in here", he mumbled back taking a step forward. "Well do I look like Hailey?", I asked him taking a step forward also but stumbled sideways a little. I really felt like throwing up. "No", he hurried saying as if he had insulted me. "Well then that's settled. Excuse me I really need the bathroom", I sat very fast pushing past him and ran to the bathroom and threw up. "Yes you definitely need to go home", Brad said behind me holding my hair as I emptied my stomach. "I'm never getting drunk again", I groaned and Brad handed me a napkin. I thanked him and sat down on the floor leaning up against the white tiled wall. "So what was it that you wanted to say?", I asked realizing that we were alone again. "It's not important right now. You're not feeling too well". He took my hand pulling me up and helped me down the stairs. He wanted to make sure that I didn't trip and fell down face first. "What took you so long sweetie?", Aaron asked as I practically fell into his arms. My balance wasn't the best when I was drunk I guess. And my mind wasn't that clear either. "I- don't remember", I slurred running my hands down his stomach. "You're so handsome", I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck needing attention for the first time. "You are extremely drunk Clara. Let's get you home", he whispered opening the door to the house. But I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to see my father and I didn't want to argue with him. I couldn't stand being near him right now. "No", I crossed my arms over my chest. "Why?". He furrowed his eyebrows laying his hand on my shoulder. "I don't want to see dad", I just replied stumbling out of the house and out in the cold. "Clara why don't you want to see your dad?", Aaron asked and opened the taxi door for me. I guess he had called one as he was waiting for me. "I hate him". He closed the door and told the driver his address. "What happened?". Then for some reason I started to cry. Great Clara, just great. "you remember our first date?". "Yes of course". He took my hand and kissed it gently. "When I got home Jacob told me that our dad never came home. He left Jacob a whole night alone without food. Tell me that is what a normal father would do and I'll forgive him", I replied trying to wipe my tears away. "He really did that?", Aaron asked in disbelief and I nodded. Then he sighed and pulled me closer to him. "just stay at mine's okay?". I nodded and he kissed the top of my head while I leaned into his chest closing my eyes. He was always so sweet and understanding. But why didn't I feel the same as when Brad held me? I couldn't have feelings for Brad could I? That was impossible. Wasn't it?