𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘- chapter 16

Hazel:
"Thank you so much for agreeing to come," Megan says, hugging me.

"I hate you," I say with a smile and put on the bar's uniform belt.

"I got the impression that you're having a crisis
here?" I ask loudly, the amount of people in the bar right now, not fucking logical.

"The guy on the left ordered a whiskey whip, the girl on the right ordered a glass of cherry sour vodka and these two here..." she says and points on 2 guys in front of us, "They haven't ordered yet," she mumbles, leaving me alone as she enters the kitchen.

"Whiskey to this guy ," I hand him the glass, "a glass of disgusting vodka, um I meant cherry vodka ," I hand her the glass, and smile.

"And you, what do you want?" I ask, smiling at them.

He signals for me to get closer to him, I get closer, but not too much, his gaze disgusts me.

"Again, what do you want to order ?" The taller guy gets up from the chair, approaches my ear, I'm frozen, unable to move.

"My friend and I," he continues, "we wanted to know how much you cost for one night.

Just like an amusement park," he whispers and I start to get cold feet, why can't I move?

"You know, touching all of these, but naked," he raises his hand to my boobs , crushing my left breast.

"Fuck!" I scream and throw him away with both of my hands, and he falls on the chair, sailing.

"Don't!" I scream.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I scream louder, the whole bar is looking at me.

Megan runs out of the kitchen , looking at me in misunderstanding.

"He fucking touched my boobs," I say, grinning, not understanding the situation myself.

" Get out," she says, but they're still sitting in their seats.

"Get out! Now!" She screams, throwing them out.
They're finally out, and my fucking tears are flowing.

I'm not supposed to cry, I'm 19 years old, I'm a big girl.

"I'm leaving," I wipe away the tears hoping no one will notice, take the bag and wave goodbye to Megan, she's fine, I need to calm down.

Dylan does not answer, so I try my luck, and go to the bar across the street, order a whiskey, and another one, and another one.

"I see everything black ," I smile, not remembering how much I drank, but I can feel it.

I feel too bad, I order a cab, straight to Dylan's apartment.

When I get to his apartment I spill in the bathroom, vomiting everything I drank, my stomach is burning.

Dylan is not here.

He's working late and tonight I'm going to help myself.

I take out my phone, calling Avery.

"Mom?" I say to the phone.

"Hazel, honey, are you okay?" Avery asks, I call her every day, she's important to me, our relationship is important to me.

"My Stomach, it'll pass," I reassure her.
I suddenly remember him.

Avery is his mother, all these years she has not talked to me about him.

It's weird, but I thank her for that.

I'm sure he has a girlfriend and she's beautiful, more beautiful than me.

"I wanted to invite you and... remind me his name?" She asks.

"Dylan," I say, but still thinking about her son.

"Exactly, in two more days is Thanksgiving and I thought maybe you'll come for dinner? Eric is going to cook," She says, and I answer her that of course we will come.

"How's Dust?" I ask stupidly, wiping my nose.
She takes a deep breath, not understanding where the question came from.

"Dust?" She asks again, trying to understand me for the second time.

"Dustin," I correct myself.

"Hazel, are you sure you're okay?" She asks me again.

"I'll go sleep ," I tell her, I better not hear about

him, I do not want to hear about him.

Hating him is better.

I put the phone aside, fall asleep with the clothes on me and turn off the little light in the room.

"At 7pm the meal starts, so I think we'll have to go out at 6pm," Avery called again today, wanting to make sure I remember what we talked about yesterday.

I inform Dylan about this when I bite into the piece of pizza.

"Whatever you say, babe," he replies, sitting on the bed, taking the pizza from me and biting into it.

"I thought that we can make something," I suggest, waiting for him to say what he thinks.

"Maybe you'll Make your roast?" I smile flatteringly as he nods with a smile.

"I'm going, Megan is supposed to give me a dress," I smile, get out of bed and get dressed, leave the apartment.