"I fall in love with all things pretty. And you're about the prettiest thing I've ever fallen in love with."
Arabella Summers had perfect grades, a perfect family and a perfect boyfriend. One car accident and it was all ripped away from her. One ye...
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ONE YEAR LATER.
THE CLUB MUSIC WAS CAUSING A HUGE VIBRATION THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE BUILDING. Standing in the stock room at the top floor of the small, rundown club in the middle of Seattle, Washington, I could feel the vibrations from the music in the bottom of the heels that I had to wear as part of my uniform, the bottles and glasses inside of the case I was carrying in my arms to take down to the bar, shaking as well and making loud clanking noises as they hit off of one another.
The music was actually so loud that I for once, couldn't hear my own thoughts. Those thoughts that had haunted me over the year about what happened that day in the car crash. It took me months to finally leave my small apartment that I managed to just have enough money to buy, since my aunt from Florida took the rest of my families money for herself. She claims that because she was my mothers sister, she deserves it more than her own daughter.
My small apartment was cosy. It was suffering from a little bit of dampness, and there was a huge problem with the plumbing when I first got the place, but I got that all sorted out now. But it was my home, the place where I felt safe and the place I didn't have to put on a brave smile while I served drinks to drunk men in their late thirties and woman who were with their sugar daddy's. I could be sad in my apartment. I could cry over Titanic over and over again with a box of Chinese food in my lap, even though I knew the ending and it was never going to change.
The ship sinks, Jack dies, the end.
I suppose that's how life goes as well? The person you love the most always dies in the shipwreck. Was Tom my Jack? Maybe. I don't even know anymore.
I make my way back down the flights of stairs towards the bottom level of the building where I could already see the bright lights and the music getting louder, the smell of sweat and dry humping on the dance floor burning my nostrils.
"10 bottles of vodka, 5 cases of beers, some other shit for shots and glasses." I practically slam the case down onto the bar in front of the slightly older woman, who just rolls her eyes at me and takes the case to put into their places behind the bar.
I lean up against the bar, waiting for someone to order a drink for me to have to deliver to their table party and be all happy smiles, because I needed this job, so happy smiles it was. I saw all the people, bodies flopping around in the crowd as they all jump around, grinding and dancing with one another to the crazy beat of the song that our DJ was currently playing.
"When you starting those classes then, lass?" The woman behind the bar questions me, having to shout over the music towards me as she leans forward on the bar to look at me. I hear her popping her gum in my ear, causing me to cringe and shrug my shoulders a little, trying to ignore how hot and horrid her dragon breath was. Even the gum wasn't helping her.
"Monday, 9am is my first class. English literature." I mumble to her, knowing she could hear me but not really wanting her to. I honestly just kept up the friendly with half the people in this place. I hated all of them. So judgemental and nosy to know what your story is.
