AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2.

Harry keeps his word and buys me shot after shot as we sit on the bar stools side by side. If he'd been lying about buying them for me after I let him touch me the way he did, I would have kicked him in the nuts because I hate liars.

"How are you not passed out yet?" Harry asks.

"I don't know." I answer honestly. My mind is clouded and I feel like I could fall off this bar stool at any moment. I know when it's time to leave I'm going to be stumbling through the bar to the exit, if I even make it until closing time. "Work is going to be awful tomorrow. I shouldn't even go."

"Then don't."

"I don't think I can afford to miss another day. I'll lose my apartment." I complain.

"Well, that's your problem." Harry says with a shrug. I don't want his pity but his lack of sympathy makes him come off as rude. His first words to me a couple of hours ago were rude as well. I just push those thoughts to the back of my clouded mind because it doesn't matter. Rude or not, he has bought me drinks all night long and gave me a killer orgasm.

I've had my fill of alcohol before its time for the bar to shut down for once. I blame it on Harry for buying me the expensive whiskey and spirits at a fast enough pace to keep up with me. Usually the men that I persuade into buying my shots buy me the cheapest kind in the entire place.

I set quietly for a few minutes, going over the disaster that is my life. I had once planned on going to beauty school for cosmetology and working in a salon, but here I am, drunk as hell sitting in a bar at two in the morning. Every weekend is like this, though, and sometimes during the week, like now. I'm getting wasted on a Thursday night because I have nothing better to do.

I hate the way I am but I don't have the energy or motivation to change. I hate that I'll do about anything for men to buy me alcohol and I hate that I don't feel dirty about it anymore. It's become somewhat of a routine. A nasty, unhealthy, despicable routine.

"I'm going home." I tell Harry, but he probably doesn't care.

"Whatever," he says, bringing a shot glass full of dark liquor to his mouth.

I stand up and fall onto the wooden floor with a hard thud a second later. The older man that had taken over tending the bar about an hour ago peers over at me and asks if I'm alright.

"I'm fine." I slur and start to feel dizzy.

"Should I call you a cab?" The bartender asks.

"No, no," I grumble as I try to pull myself up from the floor. "I can't afford it until tomorrow. I get paid tomorrow."

"I can't let you leave here in your current state. You'll either get a D.U.I or public intoxication." He says.

"Fuck," Harry says and his heavy footsteps near me. "I'll take her home."

"You're also too drunk to drive."

"I can walk home, I'm fine." I say as I hold onto the bar to steady myself once I'm stood back up.

"No you can't, you can barely fucking stand up." Harry argues. "I'll call us both a cab and pay for it." He brushes a hand through the messy mop of curls that is his hair.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yes, now come on before I change my mind." Harry snaps. He guides me out of the bar, gripping the top of my arm a little too tight.

The taxi shows up for us less than ten minutes after Harry called for it and I feel like I could fall asleep the moment I sit down in the backseat. Harry tells the driver his address and then looks to me for mine. The driver groans at the fact that he has to go two different places and I giggle at his annoyance. I tell him my address and he groans again, even louder this time.

"I'm not going to both places, they're too far apart and my shift is ending soon, so which one will it be?"

"What the hell, man? This is your fucking job." Harry snaps.

"So, the first address then?"

"Fucking hell. Yeah, I suppose so." Harry answers.

The taxi driver takes us through the city at a pace that I'm sure is faster than the speed limit but I am focused on not passing out. When the car finally comes to a stop, my head is spinning and I can barely get out of the backseat. Harry pays the driver and he speeds away, leaving us alone on the street. I watch as Harry turns to walk towards a massive house and I stay standing in my place, not knowing what to do.

((I know these chapters are really short, but that's how I'm doing it with this book. It keeps me/readers on edge. Also, I'll be updating every day.. So please vote if you like this so far))