Crazy Days

1

"I promise, Melanie! You have to believe me!" He begs before me as the music pumps through the dark club. In a quick pace, I am searching for the exit as he follows right behind.

"You can't actually think I could ever like someone like her? I like you! I really believe we're meant to be." He continues as I dodge between a couple of girls dancing and he is quickly by my side. "You believe me right?"

"Oh, yeah. Mhm." I manage to say as I notice the big green exit sign.

"I mean, she was just all over me..!"

"Yes, Beckham. Surely you didn't know what to do. I mean it must be so hard to be you." I say as I hand in my tag to get my coat from the nice lady who gladly helped me out earlier.

"Exactly like that, Mel. I mean I was just trying to get her to stay away. I told her I had a girlfriend!"

"Oh, yeah. And she just wouldn't believe you so you just HAD to kiss her, right? And I mean, she probably put your hand on her ass!" I reply.

"You really do understand! Oh my..! I am so glad, Mel. You are the best girlfriend ever." He coo's and spins me around, just as I reach the door. "I knew you'd understand." He says as he bends down to kiss me but I put my index finger on his thin pink lips. 

I smile at him for a second as I put my phone in my back pocket and pull out my purse from underneath the coat hanging on my arm. Then I hit him. Hard.

"You f*cking dickhead how stupid do you think I am?!" I yell as I continuously hit him on the head. I get in quite a few good hits and even makes the skin above his eye bleed. "You can't grope a girl a push your f*ucking tongue down her throat while she's resisting you f*cking ass!" I say and he tries to cover his head with his arms. A few people stop to see what's happening but I couldn't care less. In fact, I wish everybody saw. I wish they all saw what a dickhead he was.

"Mel, stop, please! I can explain, just stop!" He squeals like the absolute coward like he is. He squeals like an innocent little soul.

"There is nothing you can explain," I say and stop hitting him, as I dry off a few tears that had managed to slip. I look him in the eyes and whisper it one more time as his light blue one's meet mine. "There is nothing you can say." My makeup is smudged and my dark brown hair is a mess as I turn around and start walking away from him, trying to hide my limping steps and I barely hold in my breakdown.

"Mel!" He yells after me. I almost laugh to myself as I listen to his pathetic begging. I pull on my black coat as I push the doors open. I used to admire him. As I step out into the cold night I spot a bunch of people hanging in a dark corner, just on the side of the club. The guard in the doorway is looking at me carefully as if to make sure I'm safe as one of the drunk people makes his way towards me.

Beckham used to be mine. He used to cherish me. I think...

The guard takes a step towards me as the drunk boy appears in front of me. The street is empty and I'd really appreciate the kind and protective gesture of a young girl alone in the street in the middle of the night, but I know he is in no need of worry.

"Little siss..." My really drunk brother slurs and he trips over his own feet and falls into my arms. "Are you ready to go home? Because Alan is having a party tonight." He whispers, only to then shout "Right Alan?"

He is in such a drunken state that he can't even stand upright and his friends are no better. Well, everyone except one and she doesn't seem to be enjoying it even a little bit.

"Liam, you have to help me out here." I groan as I try to lift some of his weight off me.

"Hey, Melanie!" He then says, as if though he just saw me again. My head spins and my ears are ringing after the loud music in the club. It wasn't even good music, not that I really noticed.

"Melanie, is that you?" The sober girl speaks up and makes her way over to us as I do my best to keep Liam awake. She reaches me pretty quickly for a girl wearing such high heels and gives me a hug. She has honey brown colored hair in perfect waves, as if though she just brushed through newly made curls.

"Lisa, hi," I say and dumps my brother on her. "Hold him, please?"

It wasn't really a question, more a statement. But to be fair, I was tired, had a headache and just dumped my boyfriend after getting cheated on. On my birthday. I walk back to the guard and tell him about Beckham. I tell him that he... That he walked around groping girls. 

Because he did.

Lisa was very happy about me taking over for her in being his personal mainstay. The night that was before starlit was now cloudy and you could feel a warmth in the air, the way it is just before it starts to rain.

"Lisa is pretty. She has pretty hair." Liam breathes at me. The smell of alcohol makes me wrinkle my nose as I slowly start to make my way to the car with him hanging over me. "She gives nice hugs." He continues to slur. "I wanted to take her home tonight. I wanted to hug her nicely too, but I told you I was driving you home. No, I told her that.  Alan said something funny..."

He starts laughing and I chuckle with him. My sneakers barely leave the ground as I walk forward. It is only a few hundred meters to the car but it seems like miles. Beckham always told me my neck went on for miles. I think he only did it because I once mentioned it being rather short. The first time we kissed he started off at my neck. We were at my house and Liam was throwing a party. My little sister was asleep and we were slow dancing in my bedroom. I remember hating it whenever Liam would throw parties and Beckham made it better. We were slow dancing, hugging. I could feel the air change as he slowly breathed me in. He had lightly touched my skin, where my favorite purple shirt ended, by the neck. He traced it lightly with his lips, almost as if though he weren't. Until he reached my jaw because then he looked me in the eyes, his light blue eyes. He then leaned in and kissed me. Just slightly, light and sensitive peck.

I had reached the car, just as it started raining. I fumbled with the car keys, that I had kept safe in my purse ever since Liam dropped me off. The back door clicked open and Liam tumbled in. 

His car was old and you always needed to put the key into the front door whenever it was cold outside. I felt a lump in my throat that hadn't quite been there before, as the light rain tripled down. I loved the rain. 

I always wanted to kiss in the rain but Beckham never would. He didn't like public affections. Or, not with me, it seems. All of a sudden my hands started shaking as I try to open the door. My eyes were getting clouded from the rain dripping down my face, or was it the tears? I couldn't tell. My breath hitched and I hiccuped as I dropped the keys on the ground. Right there and then I kind of just gave up. I sat down on the wet pavement beside the car and cried.