Just One Fun.
2116 Words
Elena's Point of view.
I stormed into my room as I ripped my wedding dress off its hanger. It had cost me thousands of dollars to purchase it. I crouched to the ground after tearing its delicate fabric to shreds, I also wanted to shred my heart to further pieces than it already was. I cried my eyes out as I screamed into the shreds before me.
I swallowed hard as I stood, washed my face and grabbed a small surface which I used to gather a few of my essentials with my breath coming out in ragged sobs.
Auntie had been the only one to see me out of the house with eyes in her eyes. “Where will you go, my dear? Who else do you know?" She asked.
“I will go to Claire, you remember her right? My best friend from highschool who is studying art and design at… don't worry about me, I will be fine!" I had simply said before hugging her and walking into the middle of the snow that was falling pretty heavily. My vision was now blurred with the tears I allowed to fall shamelessly. I got into my car and drove away without looking back.
The festive night grew colder as the snow fell heavier, I made my way through the streets to Claire's apartment. My mind kept replaying the evening's event in an endless torturous loop. I was still in disbelief at my parents' indifference.
By the time I got to Claire's apartment complex and stepped out of the car, I was already shredded with emotions just like the tattered remains of my wedding dress back at home. The cold night air was the needed slap that hit my face, reminding me of the sharp reality I have to face now and the fresh and still raw betrayal that spun my mind.
As I got to her door, I had barely rang the buzzer when the door was thrown open by Claire with her wide eyes scanning me from head to toe, taking in my devastated state.
“Elena? Oh my goodness! You shocked me with the text you sent, what happened? Just come in, you look like you would pass out in no time!" She uttered with a sharp voice of concern as she pulled me into the house.
I tried speaking but my words were caught up in my throat. “That's okay! You will be fine!" She uttered as she helped me out of my coat and ushered me into one seat. Taking my suitcase into the house and proceeding to bring me a cup of hot tea.
“You look like you have just been through hell and back!" She whispered as she handed me the cup I couldn't hold well then she dropped it on the table.
“Elena, what happened? I didn't understand a dime of the text you sent me," she asked and her question broke the dam again as the tears I thought I had finished came flowing, fast and hot down my cheeks, my body wracked by my horrible sobs.
“C… Cla… Claire… Vic… tor, A… li… Alice… cheated with… on me… over… my parents… over… everything!” I cried out. She looked so confused by my explanation.
And just wrapped her hands around me, closing me into a comforting embrace as I cried my eyes out while she kept patting me. When the tears subsided significantly, I looked up at her. “He cheated… with Alice… on… me,” I managed to explain clearly.
Her face immediately darkened with anger as she stood up then crouched down, gripping my hands before me. “Oh my goodness!" She uttered then hugged me. "I can't believe that scumbag will do that to you with that absolute piece of trash called Alice. I can't believe this, oh my goodness! I am so sorry you have to go through this, Elena!” She kept consoling me.
I shook my head with a sad smile as my words tumbled out in a rush. “Will… you believe it? My parents… they told me to… marry him or… leave. They disowned me… because of that bastard! They don't care about me, they never did!” I cried further, remembering the scene.
“What? They will never do that to you, that isn't true right?” She uttered in shock as her jaw tightened.
I just laughed bitterly at her reaction. "They don't care, Claire,” I whispered as her fury surged, barely contained.
“That's… that's… oh my goodness! They were unfair to you… but I am glad you did the right thing and walked away. You will be fine, I know that. You don't deserve any of this but much better,” she uttered before pulling me into another fierce hug.
Throughout the night and even Christmas day, I curled up in bed with a box of tissues as I cried endlessly. My head was aching badly and everything Claire and her boyfriend, Mason, who came to spend Christmas with her, did to cheer me up was nothing but a wasted effort. Everything couldn't just pierce the cloud of despair that had settled over me.
I was forced out of the room for Christmas dinner but it felt hollow and my grief just clashed with the festive cheer for the couple. And by the time nightfall, Claire has had enough of my moping around.
“Okay, that's enough! You need something, some sort of distraction! You can't continue to do this," she declared as she barged into the room for the umpteenth time. She wasn't as soft and gentle as she was before.
“The maximum time allocated for crying over spilled milk, that is, a broken relationship is one hour and you have overstepped that timeframe. You have been crying for the past twenty four hours. You didn't even sleep or eat. We are going out and that's final!” She announced as she stood over me who was tightly curled up in one of her oversized sweaters.
"Out? Like outside? Are you being serious? Claire, I don't think…” I said slowly as I blinked repeatedly.
“You can and you will! Yes, outside! We have tried everything so this is our last resort. I won't allow you to sit here all night again, wallowing over a bastard who doesn't give two shits about you. We are hitting the nightclub together, whether you like it or not. Once you have a shot or two and dance out your grief, you will forget Victor even existed,” she uttered with a crossed arms and unyielding expression.
“What? I don't think that's…” she didn't let me finish.
"Come on, Elena! Help me to help you, just one night of fun won't do you any harm instead you would feel a lot better after. Who knows you might meet someone who will make you feel so good!” She uttered with a wink.
"What?” I asked in confusion.
"Just trust me, Elena! I have your best interest at heart,” she uttered as she stepped forward and just dragged me to the bathroom where she forced me into the shower and switched it on before I could escape.
The water did help!
Over an hour or so, I found myself standing before the mirror. Taking in what Claire had transformed me into, from a disheveled and brokenhearted mess into a hot, sexy lady. The black dress huffed my figures too well and the makeup was just too unusual, a bold red lips and smokey eyes.
“You have to definitely go over the edge and that's what we are doing. You look hot!” She said behind me with a grin.
"Is all these necessary? I feel…" I sighed as I slumped into the bed.
“Don't say it! Don't let the grief take over again. Let's go before you change your mind again!" She yanked me up and pulled me out of the room.
We got to the club and it was already alive with a sea of people moving around and in rhythm, the flashing lights and pulsing music. The energy was just too electric over here but I was yet to feel anything as I followed Claire and Mason to the bar.
“What would you like to have?" The bartender asked us.
Mason and Claire made their choices while I kept looking as I didn't know how it was done. “Just give her something strong, not like mine though,” Claire said to the hot bartender with a chuckle. "She needs to forget her pain but not herself!” She added.
The first drink came and went down my throat, burning its way down like fire and likewise the second and the third. “That's the energy girl!" Claire yelled as she laughed at my expression. I was beginning to feel the edges of my pain blurring away to be replaced by a strange sensation, almost like a reckless determination.
Claire was right, one fun wasn't going to hurt and I was going to have as much fun as possible.
“Let's hit the dance floor!" Claire announced over the music as she pulled me along into the crowd.
I got myself a crazy dance partner after Claire, who with his help I let myself go and just lost it to the music. I could feel the bass thrumming through my body as my body followed in rhythm and my movements loosened, the alcohol definitely working its magic.
I laughed for the first time in what felt like eternity and just lost it on the floor.
I was back at the bar for another drink, at this point, I had lost count and was struggling to walk but I was fine and having fun. I then noticed that I had lost Claire and Mason in the crowd but that was nothing to worry about as I suddenly felt the need to use the bathroom.
Where was it? I struggled as I wove my way through the throng of bodies across the room.
I unfortunately stumbled into someone with a strong yet soft body. I backed out and looked up to see a tall and broad shouldered man who was dressed impeccably in a black tailored suit trousers and a black shirt that hugged him like a second skin, he also had a leather harness vest on which completed the look. He had his sleeves rolled up his arms to reveal a strong sculpted forearm with defined muscles and popping prominent delicious veins that just snaked aloud the surface. It created a map of masculinity that I couldn't help but stare at. I mentally slapped myself for admiring his arms.
I looked up further to his face which was obscured by a sleek black mask. I was disappointed but his visible sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes told me he would be breathtaking and out of this world handsome.
“I… hm,” I mumbled after he cleared his throat. He must have caught me staring, nah, the right word should be ogling.
He looked down with a dark and unreadable gaze. “Are you okay, miss?" He asked in the most deep and rich majestic voice I had ever heard. His voice was charismatic and almost mysterious and almost felt like a caress against my ears. That voice would do things to me.
Hey, Elena, get a grip of yourself.
“I don't think so," I admitted before I could process anything. I walked further as I brushed my finger across his muscular chest.
“And I believe you can help me with it,” I winked as I uttered smoothly. My voice had a slight husky edge to it as I carefully enunciated each word with a deliberate warm pace and lilt teasing.
“And what would that be?" He asked in an amused tone and arched brows.
Again, not thinking, I rose to my tiptoe, brushed my hand to his neck and pulled him gently as I pressed my lips against his. It was so impulsive and reckless, allowing the alcohol to dull my reasoning, it was utterly out of my character but I love it as it felt like freedom.
I pulled back and breathlessly whispered to him. “I need your service as a gigolo. I know you are for vips but don't worry, I will pay you handsomely!”
"Just make me forget!” I added.
" I noticed his lips curving into a slow yet dangerous smile. “What would you like to forget?"
“Everything!"
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