One by one, I drank about five..six..or whatsoever number of shots,until I couldn't think straight.
Music blarred through the speakers, sweaty bodies rubbed against me, my feet killing me, but nothing stopped me dancing. Zac kept taking care of me just incase I'd do something stupid. He was sitting on those seats by the bar. I walked,rather tripping more than walking towards him and sat next to him, giggling like I was outta my mind.
"You're so weird when you're drunk," He screams so I could hear him above all the loud music.
I continued to giggle obviously intoxicated,"This is so..so fuuuuuunnnn," I hiccuped.
"Not to me," He says under his breath.
"Did..did you say something Efron?" I hold my ears towards him.
"No, I think I should take you home..you need rest." He stood up from his seat.
"I should get drunk often..I like this feeling of not being able to think straight.." I forward my hand for him to help me stand.
He pulls me up, my heads spinning 360°. I feel like puking, but I can't. Gosh, I hope I don't regret this.
We head towards the exit, he holds my hand so I won't lose balance, as the camera lights flash, blinding me as we get to the car.
"I swear I'm never letting you drink again," I pout and he laughs, and his laugh struck a memory in my brain, a laugh that reminded of Niall.
Niall, the way he laughed, the way we acted like lovers. I wish he hadn't done what he did.
A series of brutal, harsh memories come flashing back. Even in the drunken mess that I was, it hurt..alot.I think we as humans tend to bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one's life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they've left permanent wrinkles in the fabric of your soul.A tear escapes my eye.
I felt Zac's presence as he placed his cold hand on mine. Like I had forgotten about it.
"Are you alright?" His tone was full of worry.
I simply nod.
"You sure?"
I nod yes again. I have so much to feel, Niall's memories haunt me like ghosts, the truth about my parents being Agents all my life been kept hidden from me, the contract that now I've got to fulfil, my career everything seems to be pulling me in so many directions I don't know where I'm going.
The car ride was fully silent, he dropped me off at my place, finally saying a goodnight at 3 am as I tried my best not to trip to the top of the stairs.
Spencer had passed out in the middle of a movie on the couch, I didn't bother waking her up and tip toed..silently made my way to the room before passing out completely.
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My phone rang way too many times to wake me up from what felt like death.
18 messages and 49 missed calls. I read on my screen. What happend? Did the world end?
I clicked the call log, as I gently rubbed my pounding forehead. This is what I get for being wasted.
James. Why would James call me?
I dialled his number and waited for his response, which was unusual because he answered in the first ring itself.
"Omg Alexis, where have you been? God I was so worried, where is Spencer? She said she would meet me at the breakfast bar down the lane and I called her so many times but her phone was out of reach, I was just heading to your place.. Please just Please tell me she is with you," He said in one breath.
As much as my hung over mind could pick up from all of that, he was looking for Spencer.
"James, James..Calm down..I remember seeing Spencer passed out on my couch, I'm sure she's still down there fast asleep," I try to stand but fall back onto the bed.
"Please Alex, just go and hand her the phone, I'm just too worried...Something tells me she is not okay..with all those mes-" he stops mid sentence. "With all those what?" Curiosity aroused in me.
"Nothing, just please go check on her." He pleaded. "Hold on," I say, as I gathered myself to stand up and make it out of the door, slowly down the stairs. My feet had given up, and the pounding headache wasn't helping either.
My eyes widen, at the sight of the room, the door was open, the vase was broken, the sofa was empty, as the bedsheet lied on the floor, and there was blood drops on the floor.
Bright Red Bold letters, spray painted on my door read "Quiet or Die. Kisses"
"Ohmygod," the words fall from my lips. This cannot be happening.
"Alexis? Alexis? Is everything alright? Where is Spencer? Hello?" James spoke.
"C-can y-you come over soon..I-I.." words barely escaped my lips.
"What Happend?" He asked.
"Jus-.."
"I'm coming." He said and hung up.
I sat there on the stairs, my body shivering.
My screen lighted up, another message. Fear shot up every nerve in me, as I read the text.
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