The Strength In Our Scars

Chapter 22

Song for the chapter ~ Dear alcohol by DAX

Damilare POV

"Anything for the girls?" She said sultrily moving sensually on my laps.

I was so fucking high that I couldn't even see the features in her face.

Before I knew what was going on, she multiplied and soon, up to 7 girls were feeling me up.

I wanted them to go away.
I just wanted to be alone

All my guys had left already. A girl in each their cars.
I wanted to leave too and at the same time I didn't.

She wasn't around anymore.

Nothing made sense

Nothing was worth it.

She wouldn't have wanted me out late, she wouldn't have wanted me drunk...

She wouldn't have wanted these hoes around me.

I tried to convince myself that I didn't care what she wanted but I found myself getting mad

"FUCK OFF!" I shouted abruptly and they all screamed, bolting away.

I hated the power she still had over me
I hated how weak and vulnerable she made me feel.

I hiccuped as I stood up from the overly comfortable couch.
I took shaky steps out of the club, with my keys in my hand.

The girls had stolen all my cash but at least they left my keys...

They probably didn't see it on time.

I kept stumbling over myself as her face kept popping into my head.
I wanted to hold her so bad.

I got the the door and it was an intense struggle for me to put the keys through the hole in the door.

I didn't even know what I was doing.
How would I get home in one piece?

Should I just sleep in the car or something?

I didn't want to go home and see them.

I didn't want to go and face my reality.
It was better not knowing anything at all...

My attempts became more violent and I was soon interrupted by someone.

"Guy, you okay? Let me get a cab for you na" I knew that voice, it was Coby my friend.

What was he doing there?

I looked at him without looking at him before resuming the assault on my car

"Fucking open!" I screamed at the machine and Coby sighed

"Let me help you Dami. I could drive you home if you want. It's dangerous going anywhere like this" he said to me and I was hesitant at first but finally conceded, handing him the keys to my Porsche.

In one swift movement, the car door opened and Coby took me to the passenger side of the car so he could drive.

I was still high off my ass that even if  Coby stole my car,  I wouldn't have noticed but I didn't care.

I just wanted a bed.

Thankfully, Coby didn't steal the car and dropped me home.

He left immediately I mustered up a thanks.

"Where have you been Dami?" Mom asked, fucking pissed.

I ignored her, making way to my room.