Am I Enough

TheWoods

Dahlia

Sitting in an overly large arm chair with a vodka bottle in hand; in a sickenly smokey room; smoke so thick you could cut it with a knife, I stared emotionlessly at complete strangers dancing and drinking. They looked so free, happy, even looked, but I knew they were here for the same reason I was here, to forget all the bullshit that life throws. Unluckily for me, as I knocked back a very large mouthful of cheap vodka, that same bullshit that life threw at me, walked into the room. f*****g Saint! Why? Why couldn't I go one f*****g minute without seeing his smug face? I took another enormously large swig from the bottle and as I did so we made eye contact, and for a split second I caught a glimpse of something else; something softer, and then, in an instant, it disappeared and eye contact was lost. He turned to his friends and laughed; he smiled? I'd never seen him genuinely smile. He looked kinda handsome. No! I will not fall for that gorgeous, chiselled face of his. I needed to forget him and his stupid face. I needed to get a lot more drunk. Thinking about this, I downed the last of the vodka. It felt like I was drinking fire; it warmed my entire body right down to my toes.

Half an hour later, I was feeling the buzz from the vodka I drank earlier. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I found myself in the kitchen. I needed another drink and, fast, I started my search for another beverage; scouring the kitchen counters, then the fridge, digging right to back till I found two bottles of Budwieser. Not wasting any time, I grabbed the two bottles and made my way to the nearest exit. I walked out the door and saw that I was now in the insanely large backyard; it was so large it went on for miles. I looked for something to sit on and successfully I found a little, quant wooden swing bench in a quiet corner of the garden. I made my way over and sat myself down with a huff. I looked up at the sky and it was sprinkled with stars. It was mesmerizing and I got lost in the sight. A voice broke me out of it, Saint: "Dahlia? Are you okay?" Slowly drawing my attention to him, I stared for a while. He really was handsome. Like f**k it was almost criminal to look this good ugh. Dahlia: "Why are you here?" I spat, focusing on trying to open one of the bottles of beer I had acquired. Saint: "I came out to check on you. I don't you think you've had enough!" Raising his voice and snatching the bottles away from me, Saint: "I came here to have a good time, not to be out here babysitting you, so sort yourself out." I couldn't believe his audacity, I didn't ask him to come check on me Dahlia: " Look Saint, i came here to have fun. If I wanted to be treated like a child, I could have stayed at home. Anyway, don't you have one of you little whores to get back too", smirking to myself, I stood up and tried to push past him, but as I did I felt his strength wrapped round my arm and pull me further away from the house.

I struggled to get out of his grasp, it felt like he'd been dragging me for at least an hour when I noticed we weren't in the backyard anymore, we were in what looked like a little woodland area. It looked very similar to his "happy place"; coming to terms with my surroundings, we came to a stop. He turned around at top speed and glared at me; it was almost like he was searching for something in my eyes. It was like this for about five minutes till that broke the silence by saying Dahlia: "What the hell are you doing, Saint, Where the f**k are we?" I was met with the same look I caught a glimpse of earlier in the house, but once again it only lasted mere moments and I was again met with another hard stare filled with rage Saint: "First of all why the f**k are you here in the first place, it isn't your scene? Second, why in the hell are you drinking so god dam much? And third, what the f**k are you wearing? You asking for some sleazeball to make a move on you dressed like that!"

How dare he, who was he to question me about anything? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was nothing wrong with the way I was dressed Dahlia:" I'm not asking for anything, and dressed like what, huh? After the way, I was f*****g feeling Saint; and let's not forget who made me feel like that. I wanted to f*****g forget and feel f*****g free of all the other s**t that is going on right now." He tried to jump in but I wouldn't let him. I cut him off, saying Dahlia:" And who are you, my dad? I can do as I please, so don't stand there and talk to me like you actually care". I had enough of this and him. I turned away to walk back to the house, but before I could, I was spun around and before I could tell him to get his hands off me, his lips crashed down on mine. He was kissing me. He was pushing me up against a tree. I fought him with no luck. He was stronger than me. He grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head..