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You know what they say, you can't stop once you've started.
I mean, what better to drown your sorrows in than alcohol?
Okay, I probably shouldn't be taking as many shots of vodka as I was taking in the moment, and to be honest I lost count of how many I've had after six, but then again.
If drinking vodka wouldn't solve my problems, neither would drinking water or milk.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I just quoted an idiotic motto created to ease the conscience of hopeless alcoholics.
Honestly, I was pissed.
As in angry pissed, not drunk.
I was close to drinking the whole goddamn liquor stash in this club, yet, I still couldn't find myself to become giddy and start slurring on my words like I should be right now.
As bad as it sounds, I wanted to get drunk.
My high tolerance of alcohol wasn't allowing me to, though. In the one night that I wanted to let loose for a while, I couldn't. My body wouldn't let me.
Somebody tell my body to quit playing the parental figure.
I was never a fan of clubs, nor a heavy drinker.
Honestly, I didn't even know what I was doing at a downtown club on a Thursday, while the excruciatingly loud music was giving me a headache and I was slowly but surely developing lung cancer as I inhaled smoke from the blurry cloud above me.
My friend dragged me down here, because I needed a girl's night out, to clear my head and have a little fun.
Well, her thoughtful plan backfired when the reason I needed to clear my head is was in the exact same place she chose to bring me to.
If I wasn't so livid, I would've laughed at the irony.
Life just seemed to truly enjoy repeatedly making me miserable.
Betrayal is a sneaky little bitch, you know.
One moment, everything is fine and you're walking on sunshine, living in the kingdom of happiness and shitting buckets of joy, and then BAM! It starts raining heavily and you can hear the roars of lightening approaching, the kingdom catches on fire, and everything's on fire because you're in hell, and you are constipated and can't even bring yourself to take a proper shit.
Sorry if I got a little graphic there, my bad.
That's just the colorful illustration of how I felt when I found out that my boyfriend of two years, cheated on me.
What was I expecting anyway?
He was a horny guy.
And everybody knows, when one is born a male he instantly joins the great confederation of assholes, to which we to refer as Men, or Males, or whatever the hell you want to call it.
I mean, can you imagine how it feels?
You spend two years dedicating yourself to a person, spending time with them, dealing with their shit, being there for them and loving them, and the only thing you naturally count on is for them to do the same.
They step all over your love and spit out on your trust, just like that.
Collin openly told me he cheated on me, and that day I didn't know if I should laugh at his ridiculous arguments or set his pants on fire.
He thought that 'the flame of our love had died.'
I know it seems impossible, but it gets worse.
Apparently, I wasn't wild enough during sex.
Said the guy who suffered from severe erectile disfunction.
How did he expect me to be 'wild and daring' if he couldn't even get that tiny little thing up?
Two years, of dedicating myself for that piece of shit and dealing with the mediocre sex he offered.
If anything, I should be the one with a problem.
Anyway, sad story aside, when I caught sight of him with the same girl he proudly told me he'd been fucking for a month, I got a little peeved.
But really, after thinking about it, I shouldn't really be sad. And I wasn't. I was angry. The only reason I'd be sad for, is for the challenges the poor girl would be facing while trying to get Collin's miniature- literally- up.
Now, that's a motive for sadness.
"Let's go dance!" Grace exclaimed, as she nudged me up.
I pulled my arm back, plopping further into the love-seat, "I'm not drunk enough."
She narrowed her eyes, "You've drank enough alcohol to put down a small elephant."
With that, the tall blonde pushed me up forcefully making me nearly spill my drink, and stared at me sternly.
"I'm sick of your winning! That's not the Sage I know. No, that girl would be dancing her gigantic ass of on the dance floor, having the time of her life, and simply ignoring the fuck out of that dickhead. Instead, you're here sulking, sucking on that glass like it's the dick you've always wished for but never had because of Collin's medical condition."
I glanced back at my best friend, "You're right! I refuse to let him ruin my night."
Grace grinned victoriously, and I grabbed a hold of her wrist leading us to the overflowing dance floor on the first floor of the large establishment.
I bumped into a muscular chest as I was determinately marching down the stairs, but didn't bother looking up as I murmured a small "Sorry," and continued to pull Grace behind me.
We pushed our way through the sweaty bodies, and as we neared the very middle of the crowd I immediately started dancing to Rihanna's 'Please don't stop the music'.
Grace followed right after, as we both swayed our hips to the catchy beat and danced together effortlessly. We were both good dancers, Grace was actually a dancer since she was a child and I just had rhythm.
"There's this really hot guy checking you out from the second floor." She shouted at my ear so I could hear her through the music.
I shrugged, continuing with my movements, briefly wondering to the balcony on the second floor. Indeed, there was a guy perched up against it chatting away with his friend, only he stared directly at me. His denim shirt caught my eye.
"Is that the guy I bumped into?" I asked her.
She nodded, "Yeah, I think so."
I tilted my head up once again, only to find the mystery guy and his friend to be gone. Not putting much thought into it, I swirled around in Grace's arms as we both performed bold dance moves, multiple songs playing one after the other.
As a tall blond approached Grace, a good looking one at that, I knew I was out of a dance partner. When she looked at me for approval, I mouthed 'Go get him!', to which she rolled her eyes but smiled, following behind the guy and proceeding to dance with him.
I continued alone, I was already feeling lighter as my body moved at its own accord, when two strong arms slipped around my waist, a captivating spicy masculine cologne hitting my nostrils.
With a slight smirk, I continued to sway against the stranger, amusement creeping into my face.
He abruptly turned me around and pushed me flushed against him by the waist. I stared at mystery guy with an easy smile, as he slightly smirked down at me, his dark eyes twinkling under the neon lights.
"I was starting to think I'd never get the chance to dance with you." He said into my ear, leaning dangerously close so I could hear him.
I chuckled, "Is blondie your wingman?" I asked him.
He nodded and threw me a sly smile.
"Couldn't muster up the guts to approach me?" I teased, as 'Talking body' by Tove Lo came on.
He chuckled deeply, "Actually, I was just looking out for your possible boyfriend to show up."
I let out a humorless laugh at that, "Well, he's too busy fucking Ruby!"
He raised an eyebrow, "There's always a Ruby."
I nodded, "Yes, there is."
"Well, on the bright side, now you have the opportunity to enjoy great company." He grinned sexily down at me.
I laughed at his lame line, "Really, where is it, then?" I teased.
"Ouch," he faked a pained expression, "Way to hurt a man's ego." I chuckled at him, and he smirked.
"Seriously, though. I bet this Ruby chick wasn't even half as beautiful as you are." He charmed, glancing at me through his lashes.
I rolled my eyes at him with an amused smile, "I don't know, you tell me. Look at the bar, the tall redhead and the blond sucking each other's faces off." I instructed, not bothering to look behind me towards the bar.
His eyes moved towards the direction I told him, and I watched ad he scanned the scene.
"Yup," his brown eyes drifted back to mine, "I definitely don't understand it."
I smiled while shaking my head at him, "And what's your name, Casanova?"
He smiled crookedly, "I'm Derek. You?"
"Nice to meet you, Sage." He smirked down at me.
We danced in comfortable silence, making eye contact here and there and gradually moving closer to each other.
"Uh-oh," Derek uttered, "The ex-boyfriend is looking over here." He looked towards the bar.
"Is he now?" I muttered, staring disbelievingly at him. His sly smile said it all.
"Yeah," he found my eyes again, "I think you should make him jealous."
I shook my head, "I don't actually care about that, you know..." I drawled nonchalantly, a secretive smile on my lips.
He nodded, "Yeah, but a little revenge wouldn't hurt," With this he closed the distance between us and brushed our lips together swiftly.
"What do you think?" He whispered against my lips huskily, his eyes boring into mine.
I boldly crushed my lips to his, momentarily not caring with the repercussions a reckless fling could bring me.
The kiss was frantic yet soft, Derek tightened his hands on my waist pulling me against him, while my hands played with his dark hair. I twirled the soft strands through my fingers, as he licked my bottom lick asking for entrance, and I playfully denied it, teasing him. I smiled against his lips when he groaned, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like mint and alcohol. We kissed each other hungrily, my hands wandering down his chest and I surprised myself when I broke the kiss and spoke, "Get me out of here."
He nodded, and took my hand in his large one, guiding me out of the club. We slipped into his black Range Rover and the twenty minute drive was filled with sexual tension.
I felt awfully feverish. This wasn't my typical behavior. I wasn't the type to engage in sexual adventures with strangers. The only person I ever had sex with was that jackass Collin. One night stands were foreign to me, but I felt uncommonly confident and at ease.
We stumbled into his house, like horny teenagers, while he carried me. My legs were wrapped around his waist firmly and he was holding me up effortlessly with his hands on my thighs, kissing agitatedly. Derek locked the door without breaking away from me, and walked us through the house until we reached a set of stairs. He put me down and urged me up, "Second door down the hall," he instructed me. I walked down the hallway and pushed a door open abruptly. He picked me up the minute I set foot into the room and pushed the door close behind him, setting me down on the soft surface of a bed seconds later, and got on top of me continuing our sinful activities.
In seconds my top was flying to the ground along with his shirt, and I ran my hands down his toned torso feeling his warm muscles tense under my touch. As he was about to unzip my jeans, my phone rang loudly in my bag pocket.
I groaned in irritation and lifted my hips to fetch the device, but Derek didn't seem to mind as he started to trail kissed down my neck to the valley of my breasts, sucking on my skin.
"What?" I snapped into the receiver, trying to control my breathing.
"Where the fuck are you?" Grace spat back at me, the loud music muffled.
"Well, I'm not at the club." I trailed.
"Then where are you?" She repeated, her voice irritated.
I suddenly gasped when Derek sucked harder on my skin and I felt him smirk, "I-I'm with someone."
"Couldn't you tell me you were leaving first?" She inquired.
"Sorry, it slipped."
"Okay then, anyway get some beat friend!" Grace screamed into the phone purposely, and Derek chuckled.
I hang up and threw the phone at his bedside table, "Shut up," I muttered with a laugh and brought his lips down on mine again.
When I woke up, I was in bed alone, in a room I didn't recognize; which led me to the conclusion that I was still in Derek's house.
I quickly slipped my clothes back on and hoped to be able to slip out before he came back, that is if he ever did.
I swiftly opened the room's door, and heard a distant whimpering noise that unsettled me slightly. Shrugging it off, I made the same path I did yesterday and descended the stairs.
As I approached the living room and took in the sight in front of me, my eyes widened.
There was a chair in the middle of the room, a guy tied to it by his wrists and shins. A group of four people was around him, Derek included, just beating him around.
I stood back watching, absolutely horrified. They beat him senseless, the three buff guys taking turns to pounce at him. There was blood all over the floor and the attackers knuckles. At the same time I wanted to help the poor guy, I was afraid of getting myself into shit I would not be able to get out of.
"Okay, enough." Derek exclaimed at a certain point. He just stood back, watching the whole time.
With a respectful nod, the three walking brick walls stood back. Derek pulled out a pistol from the hem of his jeans, and before I could even blink, he pulled the trigger. He killed the guy.
"This is what happened when you dare to disrespect me."
What the fuck just happened?
I was holding a hand to my mouth to refrain myself from letting out any sound that would sell me out. I had to get out of here; I don't even know why I stood here watching this long.
I don't even want to think about what would happen to me if somebody found me here, snooping.
With that thought in mind, I slowly and quietly started walking back to the staircase. I didn't know any other way out of the house, besides the front door which was blocked now. It would be incredibly stupid of me to just go wandering out of the house, so the best option was just to sneak out through the window in the bedroom.
My breathing was heavy as I walked the few steps to the stairs, and my heartbeat was extremely uneven.
I made it one step up the stairs when I felt something colliding with my head, then everything went black.