The Past : Part 1

Chapter 1 Mr. Stranger

Five Years Ago

'What do you do when you are feeling all annoyed and not so yourself and there's a stranger who's bugging you continuously when all you want to do is sit alone in a bar and drown yourself in alcohol.' I thought to myself.

'You listen to that stranger and stop drinking.' Someone said. And I am pretty much sure it was that stranger who said it.

'I said that out aloud, didn't I?' I asked him biting my lower lip in nervousness.

'Loud enough for that stranger to hear it.' He said with a smirk.

Oh how I hated him already. Here my life was in turmoil and he was depriving me of my only chance to forget all the problems for just few hours. What the hell am I gonna do.

I really hope that this time he didn't hear this. To confirm I looked at him and I let out a sigh of relief. He was looking at his glass which I think had lemon soda in it. I laughed a bit.

'What's so funny?' He asked looking amused.

'You are sitting in a bar. And drinking a bloody lemonade. This is funny.' I said with a sly smile.

'Well if it was so wrong to drink a lemonade in a bar then they wouldn't be selling it.' He said taking the last sip of his drink.

With that my smile drop. He had a point and now he was even more irritating. I hated those people who prove me wrong. I guess it's genetic my mom and dad have the same kind of problem. They never like it when I prove them wrong.

'Back to earth miss already-had-seven-glasses-of-alcohol. Are you done drinking ? Because even if you are not then also you need to stop.' The stranger said.

'I want more.' I said with a pout.

'Obviously.' He sighed. 'But you can not have more. You need to go home miss.' He continued.

'I don't want go back to that place.' I said and made a face.

'Ok. So where exactly are you planning to spend the night?' He asked.

'I ...' I started but he interrupted me.

'And I really hope that you are not thinking about staying here all night, drinking your sorrows away.' He said and then looked at me. He knew I was about to do the same thing.

'Don't look at me like that. Where else would I go? It's not like I could come with you.' I said and immediately regretted saying that.

'Well you can come to my place. I won't mind. At least I won't be worrying about you staying here.' He offered.

Why the hell was he so much interested in my personal life. Would it take too much to leave me here with the alcohol. At least I would be here doing what I came to do. But no this person over here has to come in between me and my happiness. I hated him even more. Or may be it was the alcohol that was making me hated him.

'I don't like the idea.' I said making my self clear.

'Oh C'mon I am sure my place is way better than this place. And anyways it's about to close so would have to leave eventually.' He said.

I looked around and saw bartender packing up wanting to end his shift as soon as he can. I guess he was right. This would close in about fifteen minutes and then I would have to go back to my home. And that was the last place I wanted to go to. I looked at the stranger and looked around, repeated the process a few times and then I knew I had no other option. I couldn't go to a friend, my family would find me. He was the best option right now.

'Fine I'll come with you. But if you did try anything with me I promise this will be the last time you'll be helping someone.' I warned him.

'I must say that got me sacred. Anyways it's good that you're coming with me. Shall we?' He said pointing towards towards the door.

'Ok let's go to your paradise, Mr. Stranger.' I said following him out of the door.

'Mr. Stranger. I like the sound of that.' He said with amusement.

And we left the place. I don't know if this is for good or for bad but I know that at this point of time this is the best option for me. I am dead drop drunk and I just hope that he turns out to be a good guy. Or else I would end up in a very bad situation which might cause more problem with my parents. With that thought I sat in his car and we were of to his place.