CHAPTER II; Coming From Insanity
1051 Words
Briana's Point Of View
“Where am I?” I asked.
I threw myself out of bed after having a horrible nightmare.
I looked around and realized I was not in my room.
The entire area looked entirely different from my spacious room at my father's mansion.
“Can someone please assist me?
I have to get the f**k out of here,” I forced myself to scream.
My head was making strange sounds like it was smashed against the wall.
I took a second look around the room and noticed photos of Omarion on the walls.
It only meant one thing: I was in his flat.
“How the hell did I even get here? What happened to my parents' home? Is this just another strange nightmare?” I asked myself rhetorically as my voice echoed back to me.
I was having a hard time adjusting to Earth. It did not appear that I would receive a response anytime soon.
I forced myself to get out of bed and went to the living room, where I met Tasha, who was watching TV.
She ran after me the moment she saw me. “Thank goodness you are awake now.”
She also helped me sit on the couch after realizing how weak I had become.
Nothing ever made any sense to me. I felt as if I were watching a movie.
First, I discovered myself in Omarion's room.
Tasha's unexpected appearance exacerbated the situation.
“What is going on, Tasha? What is the purpose of my visit?
What happened to my Father's Mansion? Where is Omarion?” Tasha was the person I asked.
I figured she was in the best position to provide the answers I was looking for.
She shook her head as she looked at me. “I cannot believe you have already lost your memories. Please do not pull pranks on me, Briana.”
“Really, Tasha? Do we intend to do this now? If I knew what was going on, I would not be having this conversation with you.” I frowned.
My memories were restored a few minutes after I asked her, and scenes from the past began to play in my head again.
At that point, I realized I had lost everything important to me.
I could barely speak or cry anymore. I used up all the tears in my eyes.
“Where are you, Omarion?
Why did he leave me?” I complained.
I was searching for someone to blame. In the end, I realized how ridiculous I sounded.
Tasha reassured me that everything would be fine.
I refused to believe her, knowing she was just trying to make me happy.
“All I need is to be left alone. Since Omarion has left for work, I believe it is only fair that I retire to my bed.” I stood up.
Tasha pulled me back as I was about to leave. “You are not going to go anywhere.”
“I will not leave you alone. Let us go dress. We are on our way to the clubhouse now.” Tasha suggested that you take I break from all of this drama.
I refrained from accompanying Tasha. I did not think it was the right thing to do after losing my parents.
Tasha is a relentless individual.
She persuaded me until I caved in to her requests.
We reluctantly dressed and drove to the clubhouse in her car because the bank had already confiscated my father's properties, including the exotic cars parked in the garage.
A few miles away from the clubhouse, I was already losing my hearing due to the loud music blasting from the speakers.
“Tasha, we need to leave here. I cannot stand the noise,” I screamed into Tasha's ears with my entire voice.
The noise made my migraine worse. At that point, I was afraid I would go deaf.
“Do not worry; you will be fine. Come with me.” Tasha dragged me into the clubhouse like I was a child.
I could not understand how she could get into my head.
As we walked inside, Tasha was greeted by a couple of people who seemed to expect her.
It had never occurred to me that my best friend was famous for such a lifestyle.
I could have mistaken her for a saint based on her innocent appearance.
“Please stay with me and my friends. I will be returning. I have to go man-hunting,” Tasha said, walking away. She abandoned me in the company of strangers.
I was surrounded by people, but it felt like I was alone.
They presented me with a glass of liquor.
I resisted until I gave in.
I loved it after the first shot.
I drank my tequila shots until I became inebriated.
I quickly adapted to a lifestyle I had previously rejected.
I felt pressed and went to the restroom.
After relaxing, I found it difficult to return to the clubhouse.
Every time I attempted to stand up, I found myself staggering.
Fortunately, a strange man approached and assisted me in standing up.
He appears to be intoxicated, but not as heavily as I was.
Because of the darkness in the room, I could not see his face clearly.
“Are you doing okay? I guess you need some help.” He inquired as we exchanged looks.
“Come off me, you peasant. Who said I needed assistance? I just want to go home,” I said, pushing him aside and pretending to be strong again. I was completely unaware of my actions.
I fell on his chest as we both exchanged telling glances.
Moments later, I noticed my lips getting closer to his.
Something about him perplexed me. I could not tell if I was being controlled by the alcohol.
He kissed me, and I returned the gesture.
We ultimately had s*x.
I had the most amazing lovemaking experience with a stranger rushing. I could not believe he was not my boyfriend.
I just had a one night stand with a total stranger.
I feel gutted right now.
How did I let this happen?
How do I look into Omarion's eyes after this incident?
This guilt will surely hunt me for the rest of my life.
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