A Day For Tomorrow

Chapter Six

"'Nother round!" I call to the bartender before looking back at the woman to my right. I can't remember what she said her name was, but she's pretty cute, or I'm too drunk, I can't tell. I say something to make her laugh, her green eyes beaming and her smile perfectly white. I feel the back of my shirt get yanked and I'm suddenly standing in front of a tough looking dude.

"That's my girl, dawg! What the fuck do you think you're doing!" He shouts. A chuckle escapes my lips before I take another shot and look him in the eyes, or try to. My vision is blurry and the ground is unsteady under me.

"She's yours? Damn, you must have her dehydrated cause that bitch is thirstyyy!" I say with a sly smirk. My face is met with a fist and my head swings to the right. I can taste blood, but I can't feel any pain. "That's all you got?" I ask, grinning. I throw a punch, feeling his nose crunch on impact, and he returns the blow 10 fold. I stumble back a few steps and spit blood. "You're a pussy." I scoff. He grabs the collar of my shirt and punches me again, my body colliding with the floor. He straddles me and I feel blow after blow, unsure of how much I've withstood before he's pulled off of me and some guys help me up. I can hardly keep my eyes open, but I manage to stumble to the counter again and down the last shot. "Pussy shit." I spit at the guy. I'm kicked from the bar finally, somehow finding my car and leaning on it. I cough hard for a minute, blood splattering on the ground at my feet. Pulling out my keys, I manage to unlock the car door and get in, shoving the key into the ignition and turning the car on. Buzzing sounds from the passenger seat, my phone receiving a call. I lazily answer and put the phone to my ear. "Hello..?" I say.

"Can't get into the apartment. It's locked." Ricky replies with a sigh.

"Hah, yeah, I'll be... home in a *hic* bit, faggy." I mumble.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, tone changing.

"No, you." I cackle out.

"Where are you?" He continues.

"I... am... zsmomewherre...... don't worry bout it, I'll be home *hic* uhh... my car is low on gas I think. I can't tell cause the gauge keeps swaying but I'll be ho- *hic* home."

"Luke, where are you?" He pushes.

"The bar! In my car! Hah, that rhymed." I giggle.

"Do me a favor and take your keys out of the ignition right now." He demands.

"Why? I can't drive without my keys sillyy!" I slur.

"That's the- you can drive without them. I do it all the time, trust me." He says.

"I don't knooww."

"Just listen to me." He assures.

"Nah, fuck you." I scoff. "You wanna be a lil bitch earlier, I ain't taking orders from a lil bitch." I spit and hang up. My phone almost immediately starts going off again, so I turn it off and toss it on the seat again. I put the car in drive and leave the parking lot, getting onto the main road quickly and going. The drive is about 10 minutes, I can make it easily. Can't I? My eyes get heavy and stand half lidded. Gotta stay awake. The lines on the road double and I blink slowly. Fuck this is bad. I need to stay awake. I can make it, or at least I keep saying that, but in seconds I hit something hard and black out.

...

Sirens? Voices? What's happening?

I slowly blink my eyes open, my vision eventually steadying and adjusting.

"Luke! Holy shit, what the fuck, dude?!" Angie shouts.

"Wh-whats going on?" I ask weakly.

"Do you remember anything?" She asks.