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12. Turning tables.

Songs for the chapter:

Shawn Mendes - Treat you better

Adele - Turning tables

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Saturday night:

I sighed and looked in the mirror in front of me. I ran my hands over the fabric of my dress and smiled at my reflection. I looked good. I still could not see me with this dress, I didn't approve of its length, but Maybelline and Alex decided it was perfect for the occasion. And perhaps they were right. Its length was suitable for the place that we were going to visit, namely the new club for which they both didn't stop talking. Still I didn't know how I was persuaded to go for my birthday, but here it happens. It's Saturday night, Jason was at his grandmother and step-grandfather, if I may call Jack that, and I was about to go out to the club. Justin wasn't here yesterday evening and on one hand it was better. I was hoping he won't be home until tomorrow morning, so I can take Jason from Pattie and all remain hidden from him. I knew him and I didn't want to fight with him.

I glanced at the wall clock, which showed eleven and ten in the evening. If I wanted to be in time, I had to go now. I called a taxi and left the house, waiting for it. Ten minutes later, I got in it.

When I arrived at the club, Maybelline and Alex were already waiting for me outside. I felt ridiculous as I walked towards them. Yet they had not noticed me. Maybelline was holding her waist with one hand while furiously explaining something to Alex and I was almost sure that she yelled at him. I knew them to the bones.

"Why are you yelling at him?" I laughed as I approached them.

"Finally!" Maybelline sighed when she saw me. "We are waiting for you for ten minutes!"

"Don't pay any attention to her,she woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She's like this from the morning." Alex raised his shoulders, while a big smile shone on his face.

"You shut up!" Maybelline grilled him. God, these two were simply unique.

"Stop yelling." I laughed at their silly behavior. "Let's go." I urged them.

A few hours later, I danced in the rhythm of Drake while sipping another cup full of vodka. I didn't know which number this cup was, and didn't count. Maybelline has convinced me that tonight I should drink for her, because the only thing she was allowed to drink was water or juice. And I listened to her. I emptied glass after glass of vodka. I didn't even know why I drank vodka .. Maybe Maybelline had guilt here, too. She has whispered me in the ear that the vodka is for pain. I don't even know why she did it, maybe she sensed that something bothers me, that something torments me. Again, I had listened to her. The atmosphere around me.. I liked it. The club wasn't so crowded and I liked that. There was enough room to move for people without pushing in one another.

"Come on, Alex .." I asked him. "Let's Dance."

"Malika, you've had enough." He sighed, trying to take the cup from my hand.

"Leave her . " Maybelline grilled him. "The vodka is never enough, is that so baby?" She said to me with a huge smile on her face.

"Yes!" I shouted joyfully, then drained my glass completely.

I'd be lying if I say I'm not drunk. I was drunk, but I couldnt tell to what extent. I just know that I felt perfect .. Somehow lightly and carelessly, as if I had forgotten for a moment about everything in my life and I had the opportunity to enjoy the moment. I longed for this for a long time .. I could relax and have fun. Maybe that's what was missing in my life, to be able at least a little to get back to my old self, which long ago I had left behind.