To My Last Breath ~

Chapter Four

I still couldn't understand my enormous stupidity right now. Yes, I have done a lot of shit before, but this was the biggest. I mean I got into the car of someone I know for 1 hour and the only thing I know about is his name, and now I'm inviting him to my home? Come on, Bea. 

Cut the bullshit.

I sat  staring at Jason. I just noticed the majority of beauty marks on his face, which were adorable in a weird way and his REALLY sharp jaw that was sculpting his face perfectly. There was a 'mystery' wrote on his face, not literally but the way he talks, his eyes. Everything was just screaming MYSTERY . At this point, he laughed catching me staring at him and a crafty smile crossed his whole face.

'You will invite a complete stranger into your house? Not that I mind' he said and reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a box of cigarettes 'Victory Gold'. He took one cigarette and put it between his lips and lit it. He handed the box to me, 'Want some?' He said quietly and pushed the smoke into my face, making a perfect circle. The car got clouded for seconds. 'No, thanks' I said and fluttered with my hand trying to dispel the awful smoke from my face.

'You should not invite strangers into your home. What if I'm a murderer? Or something worse?' He laughed and pulled on his cigarette, leaning against the leather seat. I swallowed loudly. At this point I wondered what I was doing in a car with a stranger, a creepy stranger 'You know, you're absolutely right. Forget what I said' I said in one breath and took my shoes in one hand and opened the car door with the other. 'However, thanks for the ride' I rushed out of the car, I didn't wait for his reply and closed the door behind me. 

'See you soon, Beatrice' Jason shouted through the open window and drove off down the street. Watching his black jeep disappearing into the darkness I rolled my eyes. I prefer not to meet him again, but considering how small the town is, it's likely to meet him again anytime soon.

Entering through the front door, I threw my heels directly on the ground and went into the kitchen. I needed alcohol. Knowing my father should have some stocks somewhere I began to look around in the kitchen cabinets, finding only empty bottles of whiskey and gin. I sighed heavily. I ran through every drawer, except one. I opened it and bingo. My eyes fell on a half-empty bottle of whiskey 'Johnnie Walker Black Label' . My father has a thing for expensive drinks. I took it out and sat on the sofa in the living room. 

2 hours later.

'Dammit you fool, swallow your stupid pride and catch up this stupid girl before it's too late or you will find her fucking with someone else' I shout out at the TV, most likely at the boy letting his girl go away. Not that he could hear me, right?  I took my glass of whiskey which was my fifth-sixth? I don't know, I stopped counting them after the third. I continued to despise the man. Why are the guys such cowards? Is it so hard to tell the girl you love 'shit, I want you in my life' without being afraid of what people will say or what will happen?

But what did I know about love? I've never loved. I didn't know what love is. I felt pleasure when the movie ended and the boy got his girl back. Although the movies are aways like this. There won't be aways a happy ending.. I looked at the empty bottle and I admit I was surprised by myself how much alcohol I drank without passing out. Before I knew it my eyelids slowly closed and I feel into a deep sleep.

"Bea, what the hell did you do? ' I heard the shrill voice of Amanda next to my head, which made me jump. I opened my eyes slowly to meet the angry look of Amanda.

'What? I just drink a little' I growled and drove my face into the little pillow. God, my head will explode. I start to regret that I drank so much last night. ' A Little?' She said and raised the empty bottle from the table.