Stand In MRS. (On Hold)

prologue

A night to remember
 

Camila

   1½ year ago...

You know what they all say when you get hurt 'time heals all pain' yeah right more like 'pain consumes time'. Every time there is trigger it fucking wrecks you from the  inside until you are left with nothing, but pieces of your heart and being that you could never
Re-discover. Yeah that's how it feels. A fucking tornado.

I stared at the empty glass in front of me correlating it to my current situation, emptiness, how could someone be this empty and still be alive. How was life possible with all this hurting. I felt deranged like I was losing my mind, hoping today was my last day of enduring this pain. I wish I could just freeze time and feel unending numbness and  be free even for five seconds, just five freaking seconds.

"Want more?" I looked up to see the person who interrupted my train of thoughts and I made a low grunt when I realized it was the bartender. He had gone on and on about what alcohol would do to me blah blah blah for the past —almost— two hours I was here until I finally snapped 30 minutes ago and he finally shut it. What the hell , I didn't escape from rehab for nothing. Therapy, it didn't work. But beer, they have a numbing effect that could work for a few minutes, probably hours if you are lucky. Lucky, when did it come to this. Lol.

"Sorry?" I slurred on my words because I was probably drunk.

"I said do you want more" he said his voice a little shaken and that made feel bad. He was just trying to help and I was a little too harsh on him.

His hazel eyes which complimented his beautiful brown skin sparked with uncertainty showing a little vurenability. He should probably be around the ages 17-19,cute. His curly hair reminded me of patty who was my greatest companion in times like this, but thinking about him reminds me of how life fucks you over and over again.

"Sorry about earlier",

"What?" his curious voice irritated me a little.

"I said I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier" I said a little bit harsh but calm all the same.

"Sure" he squeaked and his cheeks tinted a bit of pink.

The sit beside me creaked a little and for some reason it irked me. Weird. Whoever this was had bad vibe
"this one's for you" the bartender said shoving me a glass of drink.

"I don't remember ordering a dri..."he  interrupted my words by nodding side ways and understanding downed on me.

I made a low grunt at the back of my throat as I stared back at the now full glass in front of me. This was the third time I was getting a free drink from a kind stranger, I was tired of rejecting they offer politely.

I smiled at the bartender a little and he blushed, so cute, then made a gesture of clanking glasses with the air, God I was drunk, then I glogged the contents of the glass allowing the warm liquid dance around my tongue till it hit the back of my throat making me cringe at how strong the drink was.

Tequila.

"Is it just me or are you normally just rude to strangers who buy you drinks"

The sudden interference of a rich voice made me choke on the drink, spilling it's contents all over my body. I scowled when I realized that it ruined one of the best dresses he ever bought for me.

Whoever this stranger was I already hated him and all the bad vibes he emitted.

I spinned my chair around with an even deeper scowl and I was greeted with the most mysterious eyes I'd ever seen—green specs surrounding the gray orbs—how could someone's eyes be weird yet so beautiful. I straightened up to get a better composure and smirked a little when I saw that his eyes were still widened a little by my impulsive action.