Theo

Week One

I walked into the club where I'd loose my mind tonight, I walked straight to the bar. I wanted something strong and that got straight to the point.

I ordered four shots of tequila for myself and the first one was bitter, the second one wasn't pleasant, the third was better, and the fourth one made me head out onto the dance floor.

I was dancing and shaking my hips to the beat, it was nice, this whole week without anyone has been great. No Theo, no problem.

I've had my cell turned off for five of those seven days. All because Theo wouldn't stop calling and texting and seeing his name made my heart ache. Cam and Javi called a lot too, I didn't want anyone to find out where I've been cause I needed this little get-away.

Then of course Maverick and Mateo were persistent when I didn't answer Cam or Theo. So I just shut my phone off and didn't bother, it's better this way.

I don't even bring it out with me anymore, I have nothing to say to anyone so why bother?

Around one in the morning I was already drunk and I had guys buying me more drinks. I just finished a glass of Bacardi, earlier I had drank a martini, some Vodka, some sangria, and one of my favorites - a Manhattan.

I couldn't even feel myself anymore, I was just numb and I knew I didn't have control of myself.

I was dancing with all kinds of people, men, women, and sometimes both of them at the same time.

People have asked me to go home with them but I said I didn't want to, that I wanted to drink more and dance. Luckily everyone respected that and moved on to the next drunk girl.

Currently, I was on top of a table and I was dancing, shaking my hips and bending down real low, giving all them men in here a little show. I couldn't care less, this is what I loved to do. Just dance and not care about anything else.

When the bar was closing for the day, I decided I needed to get back to my motel room. I stumbled out of the club and I walked straight down the sidewalk. It was still somewhat dark outside, the air was cold and it helped sober me up a little. I wasn't swaying anymore, which was good.

I saw my motel come into view, I had to cross the street. I looked to the left and to the right before I stepped off the sidewalk and onto the crosswalk.

I said I was sobered up a little, which means I either missed the car completely when I was looking or it just came out of nowhere. But the last thing I remember is the sound of screeching tires and the pain that I seemed to feel everywhere.