Someone to stay

~ Romeo And Juliet ~

Enjoy.
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Pov Beca 

I climb the stairs of the basement quickly, noticing that at the top, there are several eyes staring at me insistently. 

- Well, what are you looking at?

I turn to the window that connects the terrace to the inside, and I see Blake talking to Jesse about who knows what. I hope not me. 

- Blake, give me the car keys. 

- Oh... Okay. 

I see my manager throwing the keys at me without hesitation, frowning her forehead slightly, and immediately after I make my way between Amy, Stacie and the others, who were still there at the top of the stairs. I notice with the corner of my eye, how Long Legs are signalling to Blake to make her intend to come near, in the meantime that I head towards the bar counter, to recover the first bottle of alcohol that comes along, among those lined up on the inside to be within reach of the barman. 

- I'll take this one, tomorrow I'll come to pay for everything. It's really an amazing place, congratulations. 

I add, staring and winking at the boy on the other side of the counter, with a low but audible voice, who smiles at me and greets me cordially as I walk towards the exit.

- Beca, wait. 

- Beca, where are you going? 

It's as if the world around me no longer makes any noise, as if I were in my soap bubble and heard nothing. I'm not interested in listening to anyone. Not anymore. Not now. Unfortunately, the bottle I caught between the others doesn't have a cork, but it has the typical cone-shaped spout that it is used to prevent the alcoholic beverage from being poured more than it should. It's a shame that at the moment, what I need is not a moderate amount of alcohol, indeed. I forcefully remove the spout from the bottle and throw it backwards not caring exactly who I could hit or not, worse for him. I put my hand on the door of the restaurant and push it with energy, while with the other I keep the bottle to drink what seems to be whiskey. Few times I've tried it, I'm not a crazy fan, but now it doesn't make any difference, one is worth the other. I'm about to set foot on the porch of the club, when I feel a hand stop me by the wrist and turn around. 

- Beca wait. Where are you going? 

- It's none of your business. 

I say turning back and taking another sip from the bottle, but I am stopped again in my path. I don't know how long I'll stay calm. 

- What's wrong with you? 

- What do you think you're doing? 

- I don't know, maybe go away if you just let me?

I get rid of Stacie's grip on my arm throwing a cold glare at all of them, pushing the front door again to get out of the room. I can no longer tolerate being in there. 

- I'm coming with you.

I see Blake making her way through the Bellas and reaching me by putting her hand around my shoulders, continuing to walk with me without saying anything. That's the beauty of her, she doesn't ask questions. She's just there. She understands when it's time to talk and when it's necessary to be silent. And this is one of those cases. We are now almost arrived at her car, and unintentionally I turn my head on the side to be able to look behind me, from above Blake's arm, still in the same position. The girls are still all there, on the porch of the pub probably amazed by my blaze of glory. Only Amy has had the opportunity to see me in these conditions during the last 2 years, but the others have not. And maybe that's why she didn't intervene. She knows it doesn't come anything good. However, I can not help but notice how it seems that someone is trying to make room between them, to see what is happening. And there it is, my concept of happiness and misery in one person. I am furious. With her, with me. She slammed the door in my face once again. What the hell does she think she's getting? What the fuck does she want from me? God, I could slap her in the face. Our eyes cross for a moment that never seems to end, until I have enough. It's not fair.