Sweet Surrender (Book 2)

So This Is Good Bye

 " In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing." -- Theodore Roosevelt

Tyler

The party never stops. I've been drowning myself with alcohol for the past few weeks now. Stacey is still nowhere to be found. I know Jasmine knows where she is, but that girl is hard to break. She's not telling me anything. All she tells me is that Stacey is okay, she's doing great, she got a job and she's living her life. Well, good for her. 

Me? I'm kinda lost somewhere in this world. Right now, my house looks like a vacated club in the morning. Drunk people everywhere. Trash all over the place. There's a lot of empty beer bottles everywhere, pizza, and girls. Of course. I need a housekeeper today. Again.

I promised I would never touch alcohol again. What has changed? Well, me finding out what happened between Jon and Stacey. Jonathan told me everything, on an email a week ago. He sent me a two weeks notice to quit from his job since he's bringing his mom to the U.S. for an alternative medication. 

The letter caught me off guard. I was the one messing around. Not Stacey. She caught me unknowingly flirting with Vanessa the night she started to act really different. And what did I do instead? I accused her of messing around with Jon. For months, I've been blaming her for messing my life, when I should be the one to blame. I've hurt her. Broken her. And now, I cant find her. I've had someone search Corona for her, but no luck. I guess Jasmine was telling the truth when she told me Stacey did not go to Corona after she left Singapore. How can you find a person who doesn't want to found?

It's Saturday, and of course. I had a party at my house last night. The same old routine for weeks now. I woke up feeling the familiar bitterness in my tongue and throat. My head feels heavy with hang over. A half-naked girl is silently sleeping beside me. Who is she again? Jenna? Jean? I don't care. Last night was..well.. like the other nights. I numb my mind with alcohol. Hoping to block all the worries that I have for Stacey. 

"Ty, there's someone at the door. Looking for the man of the house." Chad groggily pats my shoulder as he works his way to the kitchen.

"What? What time is it? Its Sunday and too early for visitors." I rub my eyes with my knuckles. I push this half-naked stranger off me and got to my feet. My head spins.Yeah. I'm still drunk. I'm sure I still smell like alcohol right now. I drag myself to the door. I don't care if I'm only on my boxers. Who would pay me a visit on a weekend anyway?

I open the door and squint my eyes as the sunshine blinds me. I hood my eyes with the palm of my hand to cover the glaring rays of the sun. 

"Yes?" I clear my throat as I check out a girl in front of me. My head is turning, I cant figure out who she is. She turns and my world suddenly stops. Stacey.

"Hi." She smiles shyly at me. Oh God. She's here. 

"Hey... uhmmm.." I grip the door handle trying to steady myself. Is this a dream? Is this really her? Am I hallucinating?

"You're drunk." I can almost hear her hiss through her gritted teeth. She shakes her head and starts to walk away. I let go of the door handle and I feel my world start to fall. Literally. Not my world actually, but me. I'm falling face flat on the ground.