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Chapter twenty nine
soap operas (i hate them but it seems to me they sometimes happen in life lol)

The music was all around me. its crazy wild alive beats and basses were setting on fire my body. The music was pouring through my system and was like an ignition key for all my senses. It was numbing my brain. I was dancing in the center of the dance floor, not caring about anyone. I suppose another reason for my indifference and music trance was the beer that I drank ten minutes ago. Knowing how my organism reacts to alcohol, I assume you understand that it was enough to make me drunk, but not without senses. Because, frankly speaking, I could feel the stinging pain inside my chest. I didn't think it was the heart, I hoped it was not it.

I was in this club for the first time. I liked it here, besides, I deserved a break after the hard work with the play.
And with the... no. not thinking about that.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, hands on my hips, moving in the rhythm of my swaying. I didn't mind. It was a dance and it was better to be danced in two.
I glanced over my shoulder to see an unfamiliar face of a pretty boy. He smiled at me. I smiled back and continued to dance with my eyes closed.
I don't remember when I ever felt so free and desperate in the same time, because one part of my mind was aware of the desperation beneath the freedom, but the rest of the brain was smart enough to tell the small part to fuck off.

"What's your name???" the guy asked, yelling in my ear.
"What???" I yelled back.
"Wan' a beer?" oh, that I understood.
"YEA!" I replied laughing like a fool.

After the second sip, a so familiar hand grabbed my arm and spun me around to face the owner of that hand - Mister Ian O'Malley.
I stared at his chest for a second, then raised my amused gaze at him.

"Problems?" I asked. Smirking.
"I think I should take you home. You're not sober." He said, frowning and obviously upset by my smirk. I smirked even more: take this!

"Ah... do you mean I'm tipsy?" I demanded. The amused look from my face never disappearing.
He started dragging me after him, "Come on, Felicity, don't act childish. I'll take you home or you'll do something that you'll regret afterwards..." he was saying to me.
I grabbed the guy that danced with me and feeling the resistance Ian stopped and stared at me.

"I don't need your help!" I told him. "You're not my daddy, you're not my mommy, you're practically no one to me. besides, there is someone to take care of me... Ummm..." I turned to the guy.
"What's your name again?" I asked.
"Smith!" he replied shooting a brilliant grin to Ian.
"See? Smithy is gonna take me home! Now f*ck off!"

He stared in my eyes for a long tensioned moment and then let go of my arm and walked away.
My heart moaned in pain, begging for me to run after him, to say I'm sorry...

-You too can f*ck off. I told her.
- Why do you have to act like a total idiot! Why would he act like he cared if he doesn't??? she, my heart demanded, furious.
-Just shut up. I don't... I can't think about this right now.

I gritted my teeth and turned to the guy that called himself Smith.
"And what's your name, pretty girl?" he asked.
Argh. Another total moron.
"Brianna!" I replied and began walking away. towards the dance floor. He walked after me.

Oh hell. Let it be. He doesn't deserve my sufferings, I kept telling me. and then I got lost into the notes again. I was barely aware that Smith was right behind me.
Soon I was all hot with the music and the dance. Somehow the ring in the middle had made place for my free dance, I was moving my body like I never did, putting as much passion in each move as my heart wanted to cry. I began considering ripping it off and throwing it in a pit. In a dark, dark pit.

The track ended and a slower one began, I turned to leave when the guy... Smith, grabbed my face and kissed me. After the tenth part of a second of a total stupefaction i reacted instinctively. Breaking Smithy's jaw.