JUST FOR YOU

《11》Heaven?

We arrived at the club twenty minutes after twelve am. There wasn't traffic, but it was a far distance as we were moving from the mainland to the island. We were asked for our IDs at the entryway, which we showed to the bouncer, and he let us in.

Once we were inside, I thought my fantasy of all eyes being on me would happen.

Oh boy. I was totally wrong!

Nobody glanced at me; the lights were dimmed. I guessed that was why.

Or maybe nobody cares.

Ssh. They didn't see me.

"What do you want to drink?" Vincent asked me.

"Anything you're having." I answered without thinking. I was really nailing the 'helpless damsel in distress who wouldn't think for herself' role.

"Hmmm, are you sure about that? You don't look like an experienced drinker or like someone who has tasted alcohol before." He remarked.

"Just bring whatever you're having. I'll show you who's da boss." I grinned. Up till now, I had never tasted alcohol in my life, and yet I was bragging. We would see who would show who.

"Okay ma. What about you, Miriam?"

"Don't worry, I'll go with you. I know what she wants." Umar chirped in.

She snapped at him almost immediately, like she knew he would do exactly that, and he didn't disappoint her. "Allow me to speak for myself. I'll take Trophy."

"I knew that's exactly what you'd take." Umar teased her. They went to buy the drinks while we stayed behind. They returned a while later with two of every drink.

Who was going to take two bottles?

I couldn't even finish one bottle, as that was my first time drinking.

After one bottle, I felt the urge to take more, and so I finished the second bottle and started looking for more.

It was supposed to be my first time.

I thought I had a natural hatred for alcohol, but that day, alcohol tasted sweeter than honey to me. I kept on drinking till I started eyeing the fourth bottle, forgetting I was lightheaded, but I didn't care.

The new Janette didn't care. She was a bad girl.

I was so drunk. I couldn't sit up straight nor could I walk without faltering. After drinking myself to stupor, I needed to use the bathroom. I stood up and managed to take up to ten steps before I fell face down on the floor.

Ouch! I mumbled to myself and was still trying to pick myself up when a guy walked over to me.

"Need a hand?" A stranger yelled at me as the music was too loud.

I didn't recognise his voice. "Mm, no. I'm fine. Thanks." I refused.

"Uh, I don't think so. You look wasted."

Mr. stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes.

I gritted my teeth. "I said I'm fine. Who the heck do you think you are to tell me how I look?" By this time, I had managed to pick myself up, but the guy kept on following me. "I said leave me alone." I hollered.

"I can't leave such a pretty lady as yourself alone. You wouldn't make it to wherever you're going to in this state." What he said would have sounded harmless if he had not said it so sinisterly. He grabbed my arm, bruising my exposed skin in the process with his claws for fingernails.

"Mister, whoever you are. Leave me alone, or I will disfigure your face for you." I shouted as he tightened his grip on my arm. "Leave me alone!" I screamed again very loudly.