Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 3: Turned Down

I quickly say goodbye to the couple and hug Aidan one more time before I leave them all to their happy and fucking perfect family life. On my way to the car, I think about how many times Patty ruined the whole evening, by mentioning some high school crush we used to have on each other and how that could grow into something more if I changed if I were better.

It's funny how the mistake is always in me. Perhaps she hasn't realised that she isn't fucking perfect as well. Why is she even crying about something that happened 10 years ago? There's Danny's baby in her, waiting to be born, she has a son with him and she's whining about me?

I doubt she actually wants to be with me. She probably just wants to make me jealous. She has always tried to do that, even when we were 'dating'. Or maybe her ego just grew way too big and now thinks she's an amazing catch. I snort at the thought and climb in my polished Alfa Romeo.

I start the engine and think where should I go. Stop at Dad's and try to celebrate with him like I tried to do it with Daniel and Patty? Say hi to Mum and tell her I proved her wrong and actually made something out of me? Or just go... home? At the last part, I feel my heart squeeze painfully as if someone grabbed it and squeezed it as hard as they could. For a moment I think Patty was maybe right, that I'm lonely and need someone.

And you know what? She's absolutely right! I'll celebrate like I should've.

***

It's not hard for me to decide to which club I would like to go and also where I'll get the best entertainment for a night. I have to choose between Rocky's, LuxEm and Andron.

Rocky's a dump and I prefer not to find myself a woman from there. I have high standards for women and no desire for worthless, pitiful and horny hookers. Besides, I like my health. It's something I cherish and I don't want to catch an infection.

LuxEm is a great club, it's where I met sweet Eliza, but would I risk going there and meet her on the dancefloor or again by the bar?

Andron is meh... Okay, I suppose. I haven't visited it more than 3 times and as far as I remember, I always deeply regretted it. I forgot why, but the bitter taste in my mouth is still there when the name of the club is mentioned.

While I drive, I am stopped by quite a few red traffic lights, but I try not to stress about it. Instead, I turn on the radio and wait for a good song to turn up, browsing through and switching frequencies. I finally find The Boss' song I'm on Fire and I can't help but to turn the volume to the max and sing loudly along with it.

"Hey little girl is your daddy home, did he go and leave you all alone. Mhm, I got a bad desire. Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire."

"Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do, oh no. I can take you higher. Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire."

Ah, it always feels good to hear one of Bruce's juicy songs. Once it's over I almost feel depressed, 'cause it's replaced by today's music which possesses no quality what so ever. I turn off the radio, but after a few moments, a kind of anxiety fills the air in the car. What's this? Silence begins to choke me and I try to send it away by opening a window, let in fresh air and the sound of the wind. None of it helps. In fact, it only makes it worse.

I sigh loudly, like that would actually help and turn the radio back on. The song from Titanic starts playing, that cheesy and disgusting movie, but I don't switch the frequency. I listen to it and even start to hum the famous melody.