Chapter Four

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"So I have invite to this amazing party on Saturday. You have to come. I'm certain you'll love it." Tabitha informs me.

"Tabi, I can't. Partying right now feels stupid." I say while cleaning the marble counter. It's early for customers to come in, so we have lot of time to talk.

"Kiara Carter denying a party invite. Wow, that's a first." She claps jokingly.

I throw the cleaning cloth at her and she holds it up with expression of disgust on her face.

"Jokes aside, you should come. It would be nice to get your mind off things." To be honest, a party sounds the best thing to do right now.

"I'll see. It's a long time until Saturday." I sigh. Soon the customers rush in and we fall into serving them, no time for even going to the bathroom.

I drive home, bone tired and missing my sweet mattress. Changing into night dress which consists of string shorts and long tee shirt, I lay on the sofa, watching some T.V before sleeping.

My phone rings and I see it's Tabitha. I slide my finger on the screen and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I greet.

"Um, hey." Her voice sounds unsure.

"Everything okay Tabi? You sound weird." I ask.

I hear her take a deep breath. The next thing she says shakes my whole world, making it crumble yet again.

"Kia, I was browsing Facebook. And suddenly I come across Tyrone's profile. He uploaded a picture, with a girl. Kissing her." She says with concern and sympathetic voice.

"Wait." I put the phone on speaker and open Facebook, Tyrone's picture the first thing on my newsfeed. The picture is dark and taken closeup. He is kissing her, not Navea but some other girl. And the girl is smiling.

I feel my breathing coming out in short huffs. I try to hold on to the phone, but feel it slipping from my hands.

"Hello? Kia, are you there?" Tabitha asks, alarmed by my unresponsiveness.

"Y-yes." I struggle to get out above the ringing in my ears. I don't clearly hear what she says next but I'm sure she said that she was coming over. I let the phone slip to the floor and let myself slip into heart break.

I can barely breath and I know I'm experiencing a panick attack. I know just what to do but I can't focus on anything. It's been too long since I have had a attack.

I hit the ground and try to take deep breaths. It's all useless, I see darkness around the edge of my vision and I know I am going to pass out.

Then it happens. I pass out, the darkness taking me under it.

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