I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 16 - Alcohol and its Effects

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Chapter 16 – Alcohol and its Effects

  

Have you ever had like a really-really bad idea? Acting on it impulsively, you go in far to deep into it for you to come out of it? Like when you decide to complete five kilometers on the trade-mile, because someone weird enthusiasm kicks into you, and then you suffer all the way through.

  

Yeah?

  

Well you get my picture then.

Brushing my arms through the thick canopy of trees, scrubs and leaves I tried making my way forward. My backpack leaning heavily on my back, bending it in the most uncomfortable positions. My injuries oozing copious amounts of blood, the blood that was now trickily out of the bandage onto my forehead. The only questions racing back and forth in my mind was What was I thinking?

 

 

Thinking about it now, I realized that it should have been Hamilton here, suffering not me. After all he was the drunken monster. Why is it that I was suffering?

Does karma really have a protocol it works under, or does it just focus on hitting me all the damn time?

 

 

The blood thirsty irksome mosquitoes kept biting the part of the leg which was exposed from the shorts. By every passing second this began sounding like the most horrible decision I had ever made. And the most unplanned too!

Where was the water I should be carrying while going to an unexpected hiking session. Where is the supply of food, or maybe a map? The only things I had stuffed inside my stupid bag were different clothes and toothbrush.

Geez! At least now if I die, it would be in a fresh piece of cloth and without bad breath.

But now I was too deep into it to turn back.

I mean literally too deep into the forest.

 

 

My thoughts slipped from the darkness that engulfed me, to the eerie sounds around, to the hopelessness of the situations, to my wounds and then back to my stupidity.

I was so angry at my stupidity that I took my hand and slapped the back of my head. What the hell was I thinking?

I know what I was thinking.

I was thinking about those sinfully dangerous lips who robbed me of my first kiss. I was thinking about those rough beefy arms that touched my bare waist. I was thinking about how I was craving for him, no, aching for him. I was thinking…