Sitting at the bar on a saturday evening, I'm sipping my usual tequila while watching everyone gyrating to the blastening music. I thought to myself, my introverted self could never.
The moment I let my eyes wander back to my glass of tequila, I felt a pair of eyes burn right on my back somehow. It felt like someone was watching me with such an intensity that I couldn't quite comprehend.
"Bestfriend! Look at my moves!" Someone called out. Scanning through the crowd, I saw my bestfriend dancing the evening away, holding one bottle in each hand. Before I could even yell back and cheer her on, she was soon sucked back into the crowd and she was nowhere to be found.
I knew my bestfriend from the day we were still in diapers. Since that day, we grew inseparable. When we would have fights, we would talk it out. When one of us is not having their day, we take care of eachother. If one of us makes a new friend, we don't get jealous and not tell eachother we aren't allowed to have any friends because that is plain toxic energy we would create if we told eachother not to have friends. Till this day, we still have eachother's back. In no matter what circumstance, we are there for eachother.
After both my parents divorced two years ago and parted ways, she was the one who was there for me the hardest times. The moments are still fresh in my mind.
I still remember the times when I would come back from school to them fighting, every single day. As the days progressed, nothing seemed to get any better. My father turned into an alcohol-addict and my mother started abusing her depression pills.
My mother who used to protect me from my father treating me badly, stopped protecting me and let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. He would grab my neck with both hands and squeeze the life so hard out of me that I felt like passing away. I had moments he would touch me inappropriately because he was lonely and let me just put it this way, he was 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘺. I didn't know if it was from the alcohol or something else.
There were times I had to sexually please him and if I didn't, I would have to deal with a punishment. He would smack my butt and tell me it was because I ignored him all day because each day I would ignore him. I ignored him because I didn't want to have to do anything with him and his behavior.
One day, I woke up and walked downstairs cautiously because I found it really odd the fact there were no screams or the sounds of things being thrown, like glass shattering for example. Emerging from the stairs, I saw my mother sitting at the kitchen table. She was holding a paper before letting it lightly drop on the wooden floor.
Making my way over to her, I nudged her and asked her what happened but she somehow couldn't respond to me. She kept staring out through the window. Letting my eyes fall on the paper that was on the floor, I picked it up slowly and carefully as if it was a gem I shouldn't drop or it would break.
It was an divorce filing.
Scanning the filing, I noticed that my father already put his signature but my mother didn't. I remembered my mother suddenly grabbing my hand and pulling me in one of her hugs. But the hug felt different, As if her hug was for the last time.
"Promise me you will take good care of yourself. Promise me that. I love you." Were her last words before letting me go and stand up. Without saying anything afterwards, she grabbed the piece of paper and walked out of the house. I still remember that time how fast I ran after her but unfortunately I was too late. She already got into her red car, started the engine and drove away god knows where without looking back.
"I recognize that look." A deep rather raspy voice spoke, making me snap back to reality. The voice was so raspy that it sounded like the person smoked his entire life, yet I don't smell the famous odor of cigarettes.
Looking around and searching for the source of the voice, I was met with a brown-haired, not older than twenty year old guy sitting next to me. His eyes were a deep obsidian, perfectly matching his facial features. Every curve on his face was on the right place, with a slight stubble beard. His jawline could cut diamonds, it looked like he just stepped out of an vogue magazine. Looking like he was carved by the heavenly angels, god for sure has his favorites. His brown hair was tied up in a bun, along with an undercut. But something about him felt odd.
"Christopher, but you can call me Chris." He stated, sticking his hand out for me to shake. I was hesitant to shake his hand at first but slowly, I did anyways and shook his hand.
"Well, Chris I would like for you to leave me alone." I replied bluntly before I could say anything I would regret later, turning away from him. Hearing him chuckle, made me slightly irritated from him already.
"Two tequila's for me and the lady." I heard him order. Turning around, he was now resting his elbow on the wooden bar and resting his chin on his palm. I wanted to say something but he beat me to it.
"Why aren't you dancing? Isn't the club a place where you dance and have fun? Not have a single care about anyone and don't think about problems?" He asked, throwing me completely off guard.
"Two tequila's." The bartender chimed while placing the two tequila's in front of us. Thanking him, I glance at the guy before looking at the dancing crowd. Soon, the blastening music changed to a more sensual softer and slower one. Everyone started to shift and move to find a partner. Quickly many people found a partner and then there is my drunk bestfriend dancing with the bottles of wine.
My anxiety and introverted self could never. The thought of holding someone that close is scaring me, sending chills up my spine.
"I don't want to." I uttered, while taking a hold of the glass tequila and near it to my lips. Taking a sip, I could feel him looking at me. It felt like he could see right through me, my past and mostly what I was thinking. I'd rather die if people could read other's mind. It felt like he was undressing me just with his eyes without actually undressing me.
"Why not?" He asked as he grabbed his tequila as well and took a large sip from it.
"I hate dancing." I simply replied, still not meeting his eyes. Trying to look for my bestfriend when I thought she was standing on the same spot, I curse mentally at myself for agreeing to go with my bestfriend to the club. She knew how I hate socializing and dancing. The only difference between us is that she is the extroverted social butterfly and I'm the introverted shy owl. There is not one single conversation I had without being awkward.
"So why did you come here if you don't want to dance?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow. After a moment, he started to grow on my nerves and my mind kept screaming at me to say something. Till he beat me to it, again.
"You know what, here." He suddenly stated while rummaging through the pocket of his leather jacket, taking out a small blue card and placing it on the bar.
"What is this?" I asked, looking at the card in confusion and then before I could look at him, he vanished. Looking around for any sign of him, he was nowhere to be found.
Looking back at the card, it read Corporation Bellanova. There was the address, phonenumber, everything. But why would he give me this?
Sighing, I tucked it into my pocket carelessly.
"Who was that guy?" I suddenly heard someone behind me yell and throw their arms around me. It felt like my soul left my body, thinking it would've been a dirty old man but it was my bestfriend.
"No one, just some drunk guy failing to get into my pants with his horrible flirting so he gave up since he couldn't get what he wanted. Let me bring you back to your house." I chuckled.