Addicted...

Chapter 15

Gemma and I head to the next club because she came out rught after me and to be honest I don't really feel like going back in there. It's been a long time since someone has seen me dancing so free spirited. The alcohol I consumed made me forget, for only a little while, that no one is supposed to see me. I'm supposed to stay under the radar. And on top of that I have social anxiety. What the fuck was I thinking? What if someone finds out? What if... What if my past comes back to haunt me? What if He comes back?

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" I string together a whole entire sentence using only the word fuck. Well mostly because my vocabulary, while being drunk, is reduced to only the words fuck, cunt and holy shit. I wasn't supposed to be dancing. This is Trystan's fault. If He finds me I'm as good as dead but I would sure as hell come back to kill Trystan too. So that idiot would go to hell with me.

I mean, if it wasn't for him calling Gemma I wouldn't be at a club and I sure as hell wouldn't be dancing like when I was little. I wouldn't try to pursue my lifelong passion in front of a nightclub full of people.

"You okay there Beck?" I'm startled at the sound of Gemma's voice. I forgot we're on our way to the second club of the evening. I know Gemma is dying to ask me what the fuck happened but she's holding herself back.

I take the brief silence to recollect myself and steady my breathing before I have a panic attack in front of Gemma. "I'm perfectly fine thank you. Sorry for storming out like that, I got a bit overwhelmed. Next round of drinks are on me. I need to get pissed again."

"Right." Gemma replies curtly while dragging out the "i" sound. I know by her tone of voice she's concerned but I'm steady for now. I'm calm so I can act as if shit does phase me even though it clearly does. I just need to get another drink.

"Gemma. Did you drink that stawberry lips vodka yet?"

"No, it's under the seat why?"

"No reason at all." I reply nonchalantly because I'm already fishing for the bottle underneath my seat. Once I grab hold of it I crack the lid and start downing as much liquor as my stomach can allow for now.

I hold the bottle to Gemma but she gently shakes her head and takes out her phone to make a call.

"Gem. I know I'm half drunk and all, but I don't think it's suitable to talk on the phone while driving."

"Fine then you talk to him." Gemma oh-so-lovingly shoves her phone in my hand and before I can ask who she's talking about the receiver picks up.

"Hello there who ever this might be. See I'm not sure why I'm talking to you, but my friend wants me to talk to you. So do your amazingly handsome self a favour and talk to me too. I'm kind of wasted and kind of sober. I don't feel good though. As if my lungs are being squeezed by a really strong guy. Almost like Trystan. And it feels like I'm drowning except I can clearly see and hear Gemma breathing. She laughs too. Wait why is Gem laughing? Oh wait I'm still talking. Who is this?"

"Well Princess... It's Trystan and I'm wondering where you are so I can pick you up. I really want you to make that bet, but seeing you just called me strong in so many words, I was thinking maybe we can make the bet a little bit more interesting?"

"Oh shit." I'm momentarily stunned but remember that they keep mentioning I must make a bet.

"What bet? What's going on. This is all you guys have been mentioning all night. What am I going to bet on? And by the way Trystan, I still think you're a bag of farts, unicorn farts. Apparently they make you happy. You helped me. But you're still a butt too." I giggle like a middle schooler to their first crush and I can totally kick my ass right now, if I wasn't this thrashed.

"Tell me where you guys are and you'll find out soon enough princess." Trystan and Gemma are both laughing so hard I start to blush without realizing it. And I never blush. Trystan broke my face!

"We're going to the new club that opened a few days ago. Gemma says we'll wait in the car. And Becka says you must bring vodka. Oh wait... I'm Becka. Bring vodka!"

With that Trystan hangs up and we pull into a parking spot in front of the club. Red and blue neon lights flash in front of the door and the loud thumping of music sound so welcoming.

I finish the rest of the awful strawberry lips vodka by myself and I hope and pray Trystan brings me something else to drink. If not I'm going home. Fuck this night...