It has been an hour since I left the party. I just kept walking down the sidewalk in darkness. I don't know where to, but just not home. Not to that hell. At least not now.
Why did he do this? Should I have let him explain? No! I saw what i saw!... but the look in his eyes... ughh ! whatever it's my fault for being with him... freaking 16 year old with a 23 year old! It's obvious these relationships don't last, but can you blame a person for wanting who they want?
As these thoughts roamed my mind, I hadn't noticed it starting to sprinkle. I got pretty cold, considering the fact that I'm wearing a dress. My jacket, obviously, didn't warm me up at all.
I looked around and noticed I was surrounded by many trees and bushes. No building nor cars in sight. From all this walking, I finally took the high heals off of my numb feet. They were beautiful heels. Baby blue with few real diamonds around it. A very expensive gift from Michael on our 1 year anniversary. I couldn't stop, but to cry. From all this anger, I threw them out in the bushes. Brushing the tears off of my cheeks, I kept walking forward bare foot.
As I walked further, I saw lights. The closer I got, I realized it was coming from a bar. Well, I don't mind any drinks.
I got closer and noticed many bikers out. All drunk and old. They all turned to look at me.
"My my.. aren't you a beauty."
"Hey baby would ya like a ride with me? I won't bite."
I got nervous, but walked ahead into the bar as they continued to shout stuff at me. Luckily, they didn't follow me in.
I've been to bars a couple of times. When my dad would bring me. I don't know why he would take me to them, but he did. Either way, I know that faggot is up to no good. Never is, never will. I hate him with all my life. He would always hit me when he is in a bad mood. Which is all the time. Just three years and a month more until I move out.
I sat down to the nearest chair that was empty and away from everyone.
"Give me anything. I don't care." I said, sounding desperate even though I wasn't, but maybe deep down I was.
"Hey. Aren't ya a lil young to be drinking? How old are ya?" The bar tender responded looking at me with his eyebrows up. He looked like he was in his 40s. He was bald and a little chunky. Wrinkles covering his face.
"16 almost 17. But I got cash."
"Okay well.. I shouldn't be letting you drink.. But what the heck just dont be telling anyone ya hear?" He grinned at me, revealing missing teeth surrounded by yellow teeth. Crooked teeth.
I nodded. Of course, anything for money.
He handed me a glass of... I don't know what. But I drank it. One after another. All until I got really drunk and couldn't handle drinking anymore. I've actually never drank before up until now. I didn't really like the feeling that this drink gave me, but if it helps low-life-sadistic-at-the-moment people like me, then it must get better in a few.
"Ya alright over there? What's buggin' ya?"
"Why do you care? Nobody cares about me! Just leave me alone!" Customers gave me stares. I didn't mean to put so much anger into my voice, but I just did.
"Damn. Just questions. Now here is your bill. I shoulda charged ya after each glass, but ya kinda scare me, haha." He was teasing me and I hated it.
As he handed the piece of paper to me, I ripped it out of his hands. He just laughed at my actions. I had no idea how much I owe. Everything was blurry to me.
"Umm.. h-howw much is it?" This time I talked to him kindly.
"From all those drinks.. 500." He said smiling. Some reason I didn't like this guy. I rolled my eyes at him. I placed my hands in my jacket pockets looking for my wallet. There was nothing in there. Shit. Now what?
"500? Why so much? Are you ripping me off?" I tried to make the bill cheaper to the point where he wouldn't mind letting this one go because of me forgetting my wallet.
"Eyy? Do you think alcohol is cheap? Don't be comin' anywhere if ya don't know prices." He gave me a look, making me feel stupid.
Well my plan isn't going to work.
"Umm... funny thing. I may have lost my wallet? Is there any other way I can pay?"
"Hah.. Real funny." The sarcasm in his voice scared me. He got closer to me. "Well there is one way," as he said this, he placed his hand on my lap and looked at me with eyes full of high hormones.
I looked at him, not knowing what to do. He formed a smile on his face looking at me up and down several times. I just sat there.. frozen.
Well.. its an.. Update? Bad I know but I tried. Couldn't think of what to write for the second chapter but I figured something out. Bad but something c: Promise it will get better.
