Jays POV
"Comeon!" I slur. I hear the music blaring in the background, I can't even make out the lyrics. I look around and see hundreds of blurred faces. I can barely make out peoples hair colour. There's no way I'll find Jen, Jules and John. I'll talk to them tomorrow. I stumble over to the bar. "Just give me a shot" I say, slowly sounding out my words so I sound way more sober than I am. "Here ya go sweet cheeks" the bartender says before winking, handing me the strong liquid in a teensy cup. I feel like a giant drinking these. I giggle to my self and take it quick. When I'm done I stumble back to the dance floor and start dancing. After a while I feel my self fall to the floor and the room is doing somersaults. I'm hammered. When this happens its time to leave. I'm tired so I won't be going home with a guy tonight. I've done that all week, a girl needs sleep at some point. I stumble to the door and head out to the parking lot. Tomorrow I'll come and pay for all the drinks I had. I have some class. I hop in my car and take a deep breath, trying to calm my shaking hands. I know I shouldn't be driving but I've done it before and I need ti get hone before I pass out. I start the engine and put the car in reverse. I pull out of the lot and get on the highway. After driving for who knows how long, I see everything I have dreaded in front of me. My foot is heavy on the gas pedal, it won't lift up. My frantic hands search desperately for the emergency brake, yet it's no where to be found. I scream and close my eyes, hoping when I open them I'll be back home. I open them and I slam into another car. I freak out. I do the thing I will end up regretting for the rest of my life. I back away and speed off. I, Jay Hopkins, just performed a hit and run. I speed into the driveway of my small townhouse. Once my car is stopped I just sit there in shock. What have I done. I'm mostly sobered up because of what just happened. Oh. My. God. I could've killed someone! Because of my selfishness someone could be seriously injured! I can't believe I did that. I just sit in my car and cry. I cry my eyes out. I don't know why I'm crying, it just feels right. I pull myself and go inside. I just go straight to bed. Not even changing or anything. I crawl in my bed and sleep takes over me. I just really hope no one is hurt.
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How was it? Its just something different and I thought it would be cool. I definitely do NOT promote drinking and driving or hit and runs.
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