Avoid Him

Chapter 10

                                    Brady

After Bridget left, I was all alone with two giggling girls upstairs. I was so pissed that I didn't even go upstairs to check on them. Yeah yeah, I know. That was irresponsible. But I don't care.

Two hours later, and my mom came back. I asked her to watch over the kids, because I had to get out of that god awful house. I had to get away.

"Fine. But you have to drop Miranda off at her bus stop tomorrow. I have to go to work again, sadly. And Miranda's mom won't be able to pick her up." I remember my mom saying.

Right now, I'm in the car on the way to who the hell knows where.

And that's when I remember this small bar on the corner of Autumn Street. Thank god I got a fake ID a few months ago, because I desperately need a drink. Eager to get there, I speed up.

Five more minutes, and I arrive. I turn off the car, open the door, and hop out. I shove the keys in my pocket, and walk towards the entrance. I ruffle my hair to make me look older and walk inside. The bell jingles, which makes everyone in the room look up at me.

Great.

I hate when everyone's attention is on me.

Unless the crowd is filled with hot girls, of course. Who wouldn't love that?

I walk towards the bartender, and sit on a stool. I flash him my fake ID, and he nods his head.

"What would you like to drink?" He asks.

"Anything strong." I answer back, gritting my teeth.

"Coming right up." And with that, he leaves to prepare my drink.

After a few moments, my thoughts start to wander to Amelia.

Amelia.

Why did I get so aggravated when she left with Miles? What the hell is my problem? And why the heck was she dressed like that? I liked her old look. With her new look, she looked...well...

Fake.

She looked fake. Like she was only trying to please others. Atleast with her old clothes you could tell she didn't give a fuck.

The bartender came a few seconds later with my drink. I took it from him hastily, and drank all of it in one gulp. It burned my throat on its way down, but it was warming. Like it was my friend. I welcomed three more drinks of it, and I started to get light-headed.

"Another one." I tell the bartender.

"I think you've had enough for one night." He says, patting my shoulder.

I slam my fist on the table and growl, "Another one." He eyed me wearily, before complying.

For the past hour, I still couldn't get Amelia out of my head. Why? Why her out of all people? She was nothing special, obviously.

I mean come on, Liv was way hotter. So was Bridget. So why didn't I desire them as much as I desire Amelia?

I had so many questions, yet I couldn't find any answers.

The bartender came back with two more drinks, and I downed them just as fast as I did the first four.

And that's when the effects starting kicking in. I started to get dizzy.