Poetic Sound (On Hold)

Chapter 4- Surprises and Sunrises

I was dropped off at the nearest bar to the apartment. This one was always hopping with cute singles looking for a fun night. Now, I'm not saying I have sex with them, but tonight, a good-looking guy is just what I need.

The bar doubles for a night club with all the strobe lights it has flying around. People danced this way and that. Everybody was having a good time. Somebody in the back corner caught my eye though.

An old friend, David, was sitting alone at the bar, guzzling a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He was a year ahead of me in high school and graduated last year. Another person I have a history with if you get what I'm saying.

"Hey, Daves," I laughed his nickname as I sat next to him.

"Poet, long time no see. You here to drown your sorrows away on the sweet life?" He asked, waving his hand with the glass in it around the bar.

A soft laugh fell from my lips. "Something like that."

David ordered me that same thing he had and soon, I was sitting along with him drinking down whiskey.

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"Long story short, no colleges excepted me and now, I have nowhere to go. Except for hell that is." He winked.

"Pft. I'll meet you there." I took a long drink as David waited for me to continue, knowing well that I was gonna explain myself. "The Queen of England sent me a letter that it's time for me to return to Fatherland."

David hissed through his teeth as he grimaced in understanding. "You've got it worse than me."

"Let's just say we both got it tough." We both laughed and clicked our cups together.

The two of us looked down at our glasses silently. "Here's to hot hell and a hot night," David broke the silence and turned to me. The next second, his lips were on mine as we shared a rushed kiss, and I automatically knew what he was saying.

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David and I walked into the connecting hotel where he was staying. "Where were we," he laughed as we got to his room before our lips collided again. My fingers tangled in his hair as his hands found the bottom of my shirt and started pulling it off.

"Fuck, condom," I muttered.

"Aren't you on birth control?" He asked while still taking off both his and my clothes.

"I stopped taking it a while back. I've got condoms with me anyways." I walked over to where I threw my purse when we rushed in here. David had his arms around my waist as he kissed my neck from behind me.

The zipper on the purse wasn't opening. I yanked at it and an envelope fell on the ground as it popped open. From where I was standing I could see my name on it, with my mother's handwriting.

"Fucking-a." I bent down to pick it up with anger flooding me.

"You want to start down there? Okay." David started to unbutton his pants.

"God, David. No." My hand went to his to stop him. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm up for this tonight."

A heavy sigh left him and an awkward silence filled the space between us as he got dressed and left the room.

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The long walk seemed to last forever, yet when I got home, I wished it would've taken longer. I had stopped and grabbed another few drinks before I ended up leaving, but that didn't do it's intended job.

My feet ached as I walked down the long hall to the apartment. All I could possibly want right now is to jump into bed and sleep till I can sleep no more.

Much to my luck, Patricia was awake and sitting on our little balcony outside. When I first moved here, I always disliked the balcony since it was so high, but my fear didn't last long since that balcony had such an outstandingly beautiful view of the city.

The door to the outside was open and the curtains around it swayed beautifully with the smooth breezes that came through. Patricia was laid out in one of the chairs, facing where the sun is soon to rise over the endless sky.

"Hey..." My voice croaked a little as I leaned in the doorway. There was a letter clutched to her hand. Mine was still in my hand too. "You got a letter?"

She looked down at her letter and sighed. "Your mother... she is quite the surprising one."

"What do we do," I croaked. 

I waited patiently for her to answer. After a minute she replied with, "Nothing. We do nothing."

Tears started to gather in my eyes and my voice threatened to crack again as I spoke. "I can't go back there. Not now, not ever. She must see..."

"Six months. What could she want with six months?"

I didn't understand her question exactly. Maybe it's just because of the alcohol running through my system, or my body and mind being too tired to function. Or maybe it's just me not wanting to understand.

I drag my body over to the empty chair next to her as the sun started to peek into view. The sky became a multitude of colors. Different shades of blue, purple, orange, and red. Clouds blended perfectly in the sky.

"What do I do with six months?" I turned to her after looking longingly at the sky.

She looked tired. Dark bags surrounded her eyes. I could faintly see where tears had fallen not all that long ago.

"I don't know. But I need rest. We can talk about it in the morning." She stood up and left.

But I need rest.

Her words for some reason angered me. She didn't seem at all worried about my well-being. She's starting to remind me of my mother, always thinking I need to handle everything alone. I guess with Patricia, it's my fault. But this matter affects a whole lot more than a birthday being missed. When it comes to small things like school assignments and being out all night, then I wish she wouldn't be so all over it. But I'm moving in with my mother and that changes everything.