It's My Crazy Life

Chapter Twelve

David POV

This day just can't get any worse. First meeting dear father and now getting caught in the elevator kissing Susanne. Dammit! What's wrong with my life.

I opened my door and straight away went to grab a bottle of beer from the freezer and chunked it in a go. I just want to get drunk and forget that I even met him today.

"David..stop drinking. It's not good for your health." Susanne tried to stop me and take away the bottle from my hands. But I gripped the bottle more firmly and freed my arms from her and went to lay down on my new bed.

I hate new places.

I was laying there soundly, trying to forget the happenings of the day. But a hand creeping its way to my abdomen, all the way to open the buttons of my shirt, made me groan out loud and smash the bottle on the floor.

"Stop it Susanne. I am not in the mood for it." I stood up and went inside the washroom, splashing some cold water all over my face. But seems like the girl doesn't understand the meaning of word 'no'.

I was standing near the wash basin with my hands on its either sides and trying to calm my mind, when she embraced me from behind and started kissing my back.

"Give me a chance..I'll make it better for you." She bent down on her knees and started to remove my belt. "I promise."

Damn she knows I can't resist it. I closed my eyes and made myself ready to forget all my worries in the pleasure her mouth is going to give me.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, a face came over.

Smiling, laughing, blushing and biting her lips and I just couldn't concentrate.

"Stop! I said stop." I pushed her away and zipped up my jeans. Leaving her behind to take care of her state.

I open the door and went out of the apartment without another word. I just want some fresh air.

The ringing of my mobile phone made me wonder who might be calling me.

Its rare, to get a call from anyone.

I took out my phone and a smile made its way on my face when I saw the caller image.

My sister and nephew.

"Everything fine?" I stopped, waiting for the cars to pass by and crossed the road, making a turn towards the local bar.

"That's my question, little brother. Are you fine..heard you met our father today." Her question made me stop for a while. Thinking who could have possibly told her.

"He called you too. Didn't he?" I took out a cigarette from my jeans pocket and lit it up and took a whiff of it, feeling agitated.

"Dav..He is our father. How long it will take you to forgive him.."

"Forever! Because I will never forget what he did to you, Jasmine. He destroyed your life." I couldn't stop the frustration I was feeling because of him. He doesn't deserve to be called a father.

"David.."

"Drop it Jasmine. I don't want to talk about him." I took another whiff of the cigarette and exhaled it loudly.