Alexandria's Superman

(one) i dont even know your name

(Lexi's POV)

"Whatever, Chad, we are done!" I threw my hands in the air in an exasperated manor.

All he ever does is insist on arguing with me over everything. And I'm tired of it.

I left the failing apartment complex Chad invested in in hopes of bringing this side of town back up and called an uber.

I almost drove my own car over here earlier. I knew I should've.

"Where to?" The uber driver asked.

"Nearest bar." I mumbled back my reply.

The ride took roughly ten minutes, and I paid the driver before getting out of the car.

The bar was beat down and sketchy, but all I want is a drink, where it came from meant nothing to me.

I dropped my phone into my purse because it was completely of no use to me in its dead state. Stupid thing died right after I called for an uber.

"What can I do for you?" The bartender asked after he finished helping another costumer.

"Tequila shots." Without asking any further questions, the bartender got to work on putting together my drinks.

He slid a whole tray of shots in front of me, I handed him my money, and I took the first one without even taking a second to think about it.

The taste burned my throat, but it definitely wasn't enough to keep me from gulping another three.

The beauty of taking shots is that the affect is a lot quicker and I lose my soberness faster.

I had just taken down my 5th shot and was ready to swallow down another one, but the tray was pulled away from me before I could grab my 6th.

"What the hell?" I slurred staring at the guy in front of me who took my remaining shot. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you home before you cause problems for yourself that you don't want to be involved in." My eyes narrowed at him and I crossed my arms over my chest, like I was 5 years old.

My eyes were getting drowsy and I was finding it difficult to keep them open.
The shot-stealer helped me out of my chair and started walking us toward the exit.

"You sure you're good, Liam?" I faintly heard someone call out. Though, I was too out of it to recognize who he was calling out to.

"Are you going to kill me? Oh my God, I'm going to die. Please, don't kill me. I have so much to live for." I pleaded desperately as he set me down in a clunker of a vehicle.

He's going to kill me.

"Whats your address?" The guy asked monotonously.

"You're going to kill me in my own house?" My jaw hit the floor. "Oh my God." I repeated.

"Your address, please." He reminded me.

I sighed, "At least I will die in the comfort of my own home." With that, I recited my address to the stranger that is probably going to kill me.

"Of course that's where you live..." He mumbled.

In my sober state of mind, I would've been annoyed by that judgmental tone of his, judging me by where I live, but that wasn't in my range of capabilities after 5 tequila shots.

I felt the car jerk forward as he started to drive.

What felt like a half hour later, and probably was, the guy turned the car off. I heard the faint sound of him opening and closing his door, then opening mine.