That Bitch..

We ran outside, from the comfort of the heated bungalow, towards the chilly December's night. It was freezing outside. The snow was sparkling in the light of the bright stars and the moonlight. I looked up to the sky ,to see all those fireworks , which were bursting in to many colors and were creating beautiful waterfalls of falling lights above our heads. I looked back at my friends. They run to the snow drifts. Paoul was drinking from the bottle of the Monet, Sylva was holding a sparkler in her hand and Peter with Susana started a snowball fight..

Peter throuw the smowball at me and it hit  my arm. It felt like it burned the hole in to my bare skin, He started to laugh..he was like a little boy again. I crossed  arms on my breast to protect myself from the cold. I was dressed just in little black dress and heels and bacause I was not drinking as much as others, there was nothing what could keep me warm.

"Happy New Year Michaela!" Paoul came to me and offered me his bottle. I took a sip and the bubbles came up to my nose. I gave him a bottle back..I  saw Peter and Susana...He was carrying her on his back, trying to catch a  balance on the icy ground..They felt in the drift and they made everybody laugh. I did not laugh. Peter was drunk..That's what he does..He likes to party, he likes his friends, he likes to drink and he likes to enjoy his family's money. Peter's parents owned lots of hotel resorts and Peter, as the only one child, did not have to work for rest of his life. I used to like thatT idea of meeting rich men, get marry to him and have care free life..but nothing really is how it seems to be.

Me and Peter started to date five years ago..We met at school. He was two years older and he was my first boyfriend..I liked him..all girls liked him. He was popular, good looking and great athlete. I knew I had a lots of competition, but I was raised with huge confidence ,so i was sure that me and him will end up together.

Peter did not work, but i did. I was not born in to the wealthy family..Tonight is the New year's night, people drink, celebrate..but tomorrow is another day - another working day for me. That's why i did not drink or party as they did. I had to feel good in the morning. Paoul and Sylva kissed.. Peter was pushing Susana - Sylva's friend, who i met just a day ago, in to the snow.This drunk, overly tanned girl with dark long hair was holding on to his shirt so  she made him to fall on top of her.

I turned around and walked back into the bungalow. It was nice and warm inside. I love the sound of crackling wood in the fireplace. I was tired.

"Michaela!" Paoul was standing behind me. "What's up?! You are not drinking.." His breath smelled like alcohol.

"I'm tired Paoul. Happy New Year," I kissed him on his cheek. He jugged the rest of the champagne and put the empty bottle on the wooden table.

"Lets make this new year better than it will be!" I watched him ran back outside with fake smile on my face.

I could hear the music and voices from the downstairs as i was getting ready to go sleep. I set my alarm clock for seven a.m. and I covered myself with the blanket. I was thinking about my past years..all of them was the same..Same work, same people..every June we had vacation in Italy, every December we went to Switzerland...Happy Same New Year...

Bzzz...Bzzzz

I reached for my vibrating cell phone. I hardly pressed the off button. Time to wake up. How much do I hate mornings? I looked to my left side..It was empty. Peter had to fall asleep downstairs on the sofa. I put my rope on and walk downstairs to look for him. He supposed to give me a ride to my work.. There were many empty bottles everywhere on the table, on the floor..some potato chips on the sofa and on the carpet, but no Peter. I passed Paoul's and Sylva's room as I was walking towards the main door..I notices on my way, that the door of  Susana's room was open a little bit..I pushed it more so I could look inside.

She was lying naked on her bed with her face in the pillows and her hand was on Peter's naked butt. I felt my stomach twist and my heart started to  beat faster. I was literally shaking as I was making few steps back. I was in the shock, but it was nothing compare to  how i used to picture situation like this. I always taught that i will run to them, punch her in her face and kick him in his balls.., but I walked back to my room instead. I pack my bag in hurry.   I walked through the fresh  snow to the main hotel building ,to the reception. The lobby was empty. The cute receptionist smiled at me.

"Happy new year Miss.."

I managed to smile back somehow..

"Can I help you?"

"I need ride to bus station.."

As I was sitting in the bus on my way back home i was watching the countryside passing in front my eyes. The city seemed to be death, there were just a few people, couple cars.All city was covered with freshly fallen snow..It felt like the moment after the car crash or big storm..everything become silent, new, fresh..It was a first day of the new year..It was a first day of my new life...