Twisted Story of My Life

Chapter Sixteen

Great! Just great! Now I have no boyfriend and no career. Talk about dreaming of conquering the world! I guess I have to rethink my life. Yes, I will. I need to. But just for today... this girl will drown her sorrows, worries, and frustrations in alcohol. Plenty of alcohol please... Allow me to do it just for today.

I dropped by a liquor shop and purchased six bottles of Jose Cuervo Tequila. Alyssa said she will buy pizza and other finger foods then we will drink like we used to when we were in college. Oh how we drink until the wee hours then. Some drinking sesh is just for merriment while others are to temporarily zone out of the world because of lover's quarrel.

Alyssa was already outside at the veranda preparing. I brought out the tequilas and Lucille followed with the lemon slices and salt.

"How was your day?" Alyssa asked as if she just said that for the purpose of having said something and not really meaning it. Seems like something is bothering her.

"No improvement. I said. I filed my resignation. I saw plenty of roses on my desk," I said without giving any emotion. Maybe she is just tired.

"Okay," She replied with a blank face. She gulped down a shot of tequila.

"Is there something wrong with you too, Alyssa?" I asked. She is not like this at all. She is always warm or cheerful. I also drank up a shot and took a lemon slice.

Then tears fell down her cheeks. Her lips are trembling as she is saying, "Maybe I should not be telling you this right at this moment. But I am your best friend and you deserve to know. Because there will come a time that you would know and if you would also know by then that I knew beforehand without telling you, you would probably hate me."

I am not sure she is making sense but I can feel that this is something major. I am equally freaking out now. "You're not making any sense. Tell me now." I took another shot.

"Alex, I run into a friend from Baguio this morning. As we were chatting she mentioned that Kara is pregnant!" Alyssa said crying and biting her fingernails.

I did not know that there is a possibility for me to be more miserable than I already was. So many thoughts enter my mind. Did a one night stand make that baby for them? Were they doing it all the time? And I know...I just know that any tiny possibility of making up was shattered. Not that I hoped for it. I took another shot then another and another. Hell, I took one bottle and gulped every now and then. If you think that a shard of glass could no longer be broken to tinier pieces, you are all wrong. Imagine the thousand pieces of my broken heart being torn to another million pieces. That is how broken I am now. I never thought that I would ever be this broken. Maybe nobody does because nobody would really want to. I gulped. Tears fell down my cheeks. Did Zeke really love me? Did he just use me? Did he intentionally break my heart? Will there ever come a time that I will get over this? Get over Zeke? Is it possible that one day I would remember this night and just laugh it out? Just like how Alyssa and I would sometimes reminisce our drinking sessions over petty fights with our ex boyfriends.

Alyssa came near me and hugged me. She was saying something. But I already cried too much and drank too much. I am now too numb to feel the warmness or coldness of her embrace. My mind is floating I cannot afford to even hear words of encouragement, of enragement or whatever. My last memory of the night was me finishing another bottle of tequila by myself then falling from the chair I was sitting on. I passed out.