a heart's end

Twenty One

Monty

     I miss her. I miss her being here and she's only been gone two days. Saturday night is upon me and I have no clue what to do. Only me, this loner with no life, would have nothing to do on a Saturday night at in New York City.

   Anaelle never texted me back. I told her I missed her and she never texted me back. I stared at my phone for an hour after I sent it. She never replied.

    I ran my hands through my hair, it took a minute to get all the way through it since it's grown some more. My curls didn't made it look that long but when I pulled a piece to straighten it, it went down to my chin. I laughed at it, the little piece of hair.

    I was alone in my down and my roommates were probably partying in someone's dorm somewhere. I never understood why Saturday night was always party night. I'll never even understand parties. A looked around my dorm and noticed how small it was. You probably couldn't fit more than 10 people in here without it being over crowded. Maybe if the beds were taken out it would be better. I looked at the clock, 7 PM.

    I wonder what Anaelle was doing.
    I wish I was with her.

Anaelle

    I looked at the clock, 7 PM. Donte was taking forever to get out his Rolls Royce. There were about 10 of them surrounding my house, all being my father's cars. In the lot across from my mansion for a house there were about 20 other cars I didn't recognize. Party goers.

    Why does Saturday have to be the party night? Why can't it be Sunday? Because of God? Right, sure. I remember the peak of my senior year, before I almost got expelled. I remember that last time I smoked cocaine at that party, with those same people who are now out of school and losers. They never knew me and cared to know me. All they knew was that I was down to try anything, and that excited them.

"Come on." I snapped at Donte. My evening gown wasn't really an evening gown. I'm sure my mother is going to disapprove. It's really a dress, with quarter sleeves and a hem that goes to my knees. My hair was curled slightly at the ends and I even put on makeup. Very little, but it'll do.

"Hey. Calm down. You're not going to die." Donte's stern words triggered something in me; something very familiar. My father is behind those doors. My abusive, self centered father. My stern father who never had anything good to say about his daughter. "You're not going to die," as he hit my mother a second time. "You're not going to die," he said as I laid at the bottom of the staircase after he pushed me. All I did was spill his brandy.

"I can't do this." I whispered, my face stern.

"Anaelle, I know you. And if you can do anything, you can handle this."

Monty

There were three knocks on my door before my room flooded with people. They didn't even notice me on my top bunk, all they could do was swarm around Lucca and Arno. I stared at the crowd in disbelief.

"Monty, buddy!" Arno was definitely drunk. Definitely.

"Hey guys." I slightly waved as Lucca looked at me with bloodshot eyes and a smile.

"Did you hear about the good news, kid?" He patted my back and I raised my brows.

"No, I didn't. What's the news?" I could barely hear myself think over the noise of these people and their music. The crowd brought this huge speaker with them and for some reason they think it's totally sane to be playing it on full blast. It's not even good music. I stepped down off the bed and faced them.