Escape Gone Wrong

Clothes

I'm still hyped regarding with the foam party last night. I felt like I want to go back and party all night. I think I have now the reason to go out every night. But of course, I still want to ask permission with him.

I rose from my bed with my robe. I just got out from shower and I decided to take a little flashback about last night. Just when I had this urge to party. I really like the feeling.

Closing the door behind and was about to knock on his door when I heard him cursed.

"I don't fvcking care! I will never marry her!"

I think this is the first time I heard him say those words. He's kinda upset. I think I should go back and forget about my plan. Maybe tomorrow night.

But I can go by myself tonight. I can take care of myself.

Never in my entire life I'd felt this excited. Maybe the day I succeeded on my plan of escape but this, is different.

How I pity my young self before. I've never been into gatherings. Yes, I play on the piano recital but then, I wasn't satisfied. Why? It wasn't even like in the real recital with you performing on stage while the audience were there, praising or listening at you. It was merely a small get-together with my family. That's just it.

Up until now, I'm still wondering, why do they have to keep me in the dark? Why weren't they give me the life to live with normalcy? Why are they keeping me unknown?

Those were the questions that kept on lingering on my mind since then. I thought it was because they protected me but how long? How long they'll unleash the protection? No, how long they'll give me the key to unlock my cell?

In my eighteen years, no one dared to answer that question. Maybe they do but that is only to marry a stranger. By that time I would only have my key. But that question is, am I happy?

Now I asked myself the same question, am I happy? Does being away with my parents, to my home, to my country makes me happy? Does having this escape makes me happy?

I don't know how to answer that. It's just as simple as yes or no but I don't think I can still answer that question. All I want is freedom, to be freed from my suffocating life. And then this life I had now? I know it is just temporary but I'll definitely enjoy the ride.

By now, since I feel free and I enjoy the temporary freedom, I guess I'm happy. Hope so...

"Where are you going?" I was closing the door when he spoke from behind. He's voice is still rough maybe because he's really angry awhile ago. I don't know. I faced him.

"What's the name of that bar again?" He stared at me, surprised. What? I want to unwind and party, is there something wrong?

"With that tiny piece of clothing?" He said eyeing my clothes.

I looked to myself. I'm wearing a lace crop top and denim shorts with a pair of gladiators. I don't think its inappropriate since I'm going to a bar. I've seen there outfit last night and they're all quite revealing. I don't see any difference with my outfit. Only that, it's not a super short dress.

"Got a problem with them?" I asked looking through his tired eyes. I wonder how his day went. He really looks exhausted.

He heave a tired sigh as he shook his head. "Nothing. Its just that, I'm not used to seeing you wearing that kind of clothes." Well, me either. I don't remember wearing them before. Just for this escape. For the sake of blending in. "Anyway, were you going to that bar?" I nodded. He rub his face in irritation. What?

"Okay, just wait for me. I'll go with you." I awkwardly nodded. What was that?

Oh, I don't have to ask him, great. I waited for five minutes and there I saw him with his khaki pants and print sleeveless. I smiled. "You look great." He frowned. "What? Can't you appreciate my compliment? How unmanly of you. Tsk tsk tsk." I said half smiling while shaking my head.

He groaned. "Stop it." Tss. Why so grumpy?

"Tell me, are you on your period?" I teased. He stopped getting on his car and look at me. "Don't start with me woman." Oh, he's already pissed. Well, I should stop, I think.

"Someone's not in the mood." I said stepping inside. He then followed. He didn't respond and we silently rode to our destination.

Since I have this feeling that this man behind me is having his tantrums, I immediately grab his arms and drag him to the bartender section and offered him a drink. "My treat tonight." I said smiling. For his kind gratitude of allowing me on his unit, I must treat him tonight. Even just for tonight since I'm limiting my expenses.

I hope I can ease all his problems just for this hours.

"C'mon let's dance!" I literally forced him to stand and leave the area so we can dance but he's too heavy! He won't leave till I guess he'll finish the whole bottle of tecquilla. "Hey, enough with that already." I don't mind the bills, I can still make it, I think. But I came here to party and not just to drink.

With my strong grip, I manage to drag him to the dance floor. Shit. The place is waving. My vision were a bit blurry. I don't care.

The music went on and so do I. I turned to him to see if he's fine but I saw him dancing like an idiot. He seems really really wasted. He's different tonight. I didn't see him this smiling and blending in with the crowd yet miserable. I paused and stared at him for awhile.

Why do I have this feeling that he's really troubled? Was it because of the call awhile ago? Was he talking to someone related to him? Whatever it may be, I can feel the invisible connection between us. I think were on the same boat.

A forced from behind hit him which causes him to fall right on me. I help him composed himself and he looked at me. He's hooded eyes were looking at me intently then down to my lips. He crashes his lips into mine. I close my eyes as I savored the taste of his lips.

A groan escape from him and he pulled me even closer to him. Feeling his growing arousal on my stomach, I cling my arms on his nape. I rose from the ground when he lifted me up to kiss me more.

I didn't know what happened next since I felt like I'm floating. I found ourselves heading for home.