Save Me

Too many drinks trying to forget

Lovelies, you have no idea how much fun i had writing this part. Though it took me about all day to make it come out the way i wanted it. And i had to endure my siblings yelling at me all day to get off the computer, do the dishes, and change my lil bro's diaper. Not fun at all.

In this part i wanted to convey Maricella's stress over James being there and her past with him coming back to haunt her. Tell me what you think. Thank you so much for fanning and commenting.

Thank Darksideoflilith because i wasn't planning on writing today but her comment on the last part made me want to get the next part out there.

So enjoy and i hope you like it.

~ Shay

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Maricella’s POV

I need to get out and away from anything that had to do with him. I texted Tyrone and Amelia to meet me at a small bar a few blocks from my house. After about 10 minutes of getting ready, I left my room hoping not to run into anyone on my way out.

“Where you headed?” asked James.

“That isn’t any of your business,” I snapped back, jerking the door to the apartment open after grabbing my clutch purse.

Goodness, why did he have to be so…ugh! I quickly walked out the building to the bar and away from the temptation to go back just to hit him.

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“Daaang, girl you must be in a mood!” I smiled at the familiar voice of Tyrone. “You are dressed to kill.”

“You got that flipping right, Ty.” Amelia said looking at me in my black skinny jeans and deep purple halter top that showed a bit of cleavage and knee high leather boots.  I joined their booth after ordering a beer.

“It isn’t even 7:00 and she’s already hitting the bottle. What is the matter my darling?” Ty inquired and I downed half the bottle in one gulp.

“Oh, a little of this a little of that. My imbecile of a brother decided to have my high school boyfriend, James join his band and tells me he will be living with us only after he already consenting to it.”

They stared at me in shock at what I said. Amelia broke the silence. “Well, shoots! This calls for something stronger than a beer.” She left and came back with a round of tequila shots.

I took mine and downed it quickly. “Things ended badly between us and I can’t really blame him for it. I just…” I trailed off not sure what I was getting at. “What’s worse is that I can’t even kick him out.” Tears began their path down my cheeks. Ty handed his shot to me and I sipped it to calm myself. “We need the money for the hospital and the only way to get it is if Charlie does the gig. The only way to get the gig is with James and he needs to stay someplace.”

I downed the last bit of the shot and took the last one as well. My brain began to go fuzzy. Alcohol affects me really fast, especially the hard stuff.

 “Whoa! Slow down there girly.” Amy grabbed my beer before I could chug the rest down. “That is more than enough for you.”

“What are you, my mother?” I started giggling and slumped in my seat. “I-I-If you were, haha, my mother then-then, haha, then I probably shouldn’t tell you that James still has this affect on me hehehe!”

Ty looked and Amy worriedly. A smile broke out on Amy’s face, that wasn’t a good thing, but I started giggling again so I couldn’t ask what evil thing popped into her head.

Luckily my curiosity was soon satisfied. Unfortunately what she said left me at a blank. “What effect do you mean? Are you still attracted to him?” She asked as a grin broke across her face.

“I don’t know,” I made my face look like I was thinking really hard about it.

“Is he Hot?” Ty encouraged Amy and I blushed.

“I’m getting another drink before I answer that question,” I said and dragged myself up from my seat. “But yes he is HOT!” I called over my shoulder. 

“Hey Timmy, can I get another round of Tequila for me and my buds?” My voice sounded slightly slurred and I leaned on a bar stool. Timmy was an old friend of Charlie’s and not only that he used to be my boss, so he knew that I was getting a bit tipsy.

“You sure you want another drink. Maybe you’ve had enough for one night.”

I looked at my watch; time flew since I texted them to get here. “It’s only 9. You and I both know that the night doesn’t start till midnight.” I gave him a knowing look and he pulled out the shot glasses.

“Fine but not much more. Otherwise I’ll be forced to call Charlie.” I glared at him.

“You wouldn’t, and anyway he doesn’t have a say in anything I do.”

“Cella, he’s your older brother. He’s always gonna put his point in whether you want it or not.” He pushed the shots towards me and went to help another person.

“By a whole 2 minutes!” I yelled back at him and stormed back to the table carrying the drinks.

Placing two of the shots I downed mine just as the song Club Can’t Handle Me by Flo Rida came on. This was the best song in the world, “I HAVE to dance to this song!” I walked onto the dance floor, Ty and Amy joining me after I the up ending their shots.

We just danced with each other for a bit, then a guy twirled me around and the next thing I knew I was dancing with him. I didn’t care who I danced with but I just had the need to dance without a care.

The guy had me right up against him, dancing in a way that was classified as dirty to just about anyone.  I didn’t care that he was coming close to forcing himself on me, I didn’t care that people were watching us. I just didn’t care.

The song changed several times but the guy stayed, grinding against me, grabbing my butt and giving me hard kisses full of lust.

New hands ripped me away from the dancing guy, pulled me to the side of the bar and turned me. I faced very sexy, chocolate brown eyes that were filled with anger. And puked right on his shoes.

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