Memory in a Bottle

Jace

Leaving the hospital without answers or Delilah is like being shot right in the heart. She left me and I don't know why. She wouldn't explain anything to me. All I know is that she had a heated conversation with Dexter and left. Mom has no idea how bad this situation is.

"Maybe she just needed space. I mean she did go through something that nobody can even understand how to help." Mom says trying to reassure me.

"But that wouldn't explain why she broke up with me..." I say weakly. I never felt this before. Sure, other girls broke up with me and I was fine, but I have never felt so incomplete.

"Just give her some time to figure out what she needs to do. The next time you talk to her tell her that our door is always open." Mom replies pulling into our driveway. Its dark out so mom can see how destroyed I am. I get out of the car and head to my room. Once I got there I saw a letter from Delilah laying on the bed. My heart breaks as I saw my name scrawled in her handwriting. I picked it up and sat down on my bed. It read:

My Love,

I know you are upset

with me and when I get back

I'll explain everything. I'm so-

Shaking my head in anger I crumpled the paper up and threw it across the room. My phone buzzed and I picked it up. I had a text from my best friend Ethan.

'hey dude, I'm having a party tonight at my house. Parents are away for a few days. There's going to be hot chicks, lots of beer, some mary and music. Come if you want. Hope to see you there!'

I immediately went to my closet and changed my clothes. I grabbed my keys and rushed downstairs.

"I'm heading to Ethan's house! Bye mom!" I shout and rushed outside before mom could protest. I got in my car and drove two blocks to Ethan's house. I parked across the street and walked in his house. The music was blasting at full volume. The smell of beer, weed, and vomit was very potent. A hand landed on my shoulder and I spun around to see Ethan stoned and drunk.

"Hey man. I didn't think that you would show up. Wanna beer?" He slurs a little handing me a beer while taking a hit.

"Well, I came, didn't I? Thanks." I took a nice swig of it trying to drown the memory of Delilah out. It was kind of working.

"It's been a while man. Well, I must go. Some hot chick wanted to show me something." He said waggling his eyebrows. I take another swig as he leaves.

Two hours and five beer later I'm feeling good. They ran out of bottles, so I've had a few solo cups of beer, but I've lost count. I'm watching the room when a girl in a short, tight red dress walks over. She's definitely a looker and she knows it. She sits next to me on the black leather couch and throws her devastatingly' long legs on my lap. I follow her legs up to her eyes and saw them twinkle.

"Hi," She says. "I'm Satrina."

"Jace." I say and she grins.

"I know. All the girls are talking about you." Huh, definitely interesting.

"Nothing bad, I hope." Even in my drunken state I know when I'm being hit on. The question is do I want to? Satrina is talking but I haven't heard a thing. "Do you want to go upstairs?" I ask her. She gives me a once over then smirks. I'll take that as a yes. I get off the couch and she follows to a vacant upstairs bedroom. I close the door and leave the light off. I walk her back against the door and cover her lips with my own. She hungerly kisses me back as her legs wrap around my hips. I growl and bite her lip which draws a heated response from her. My hands find the zipper of her dress and pull it down then off.

Satrina drags her lips from mine and whispers in my ear "The bed." I walk over to the bed and lay her down. Staring back at me is a glorious body in nothing but black lace bra and panties. I yank off my shirt and crawl on top of her.

"This will only go so far." I say as I trace the outline of her bra with the tip of my finger.

"Of course," She breathes out. As I kiss her again, I slowly begin to rock my hips. Even drunk I know how to please. She cries out and grips my shoulders I roll over and squeeze my eyes shut in hopes of driving the pain away. Satrina rolls her head to look at me. "The other girls certainly weren't lying." I chuckle, she's definitely stroking my ego. "What? It's true! We didn't even have sex. You are gloriously amazing with those hands of yours." I look at her astonished. "May I return the favor?" She asks getting off the bed to walk over to me.

"Uh..." I say incoherent. "I actually need to go talk to the man of the hour." I give her an apologetic look, then throw my shirt on and headed downstairs.