JUST FOR HIS CHILD

ChapterTwo

After a very long time crying in the solace of my car in front of Nicholas, I decided that for me to get past this night safely without trying to harm myself, I should get myself drunk in a bar.

Probably, if I do that, I could get a hold of myself and think about the next move I should take.

It was a hassle getting to a bar as I drove, as if my body was the only one present, not my soul.

It took grace for me not to cause an accident on the highway as I literally drove like a madwoman.

I parked my car in the parking lot and sat myself down a bit to calm my nerves.

My emotions driving me hard as I feel a very hard push to cry again.

Calling Sophia to inform her of my current situation would have been the best, but I don’t think I want to face her right now.

What if she judges me and tells me that I brought it upon myself, which is obviously the fact?

Sniffing in, I took the first step of opening my door and letting my left leg down on the ground.

‘Jenna, you shouldn’t be doing this. Call Sophia. Or call mum,’ my inner voice tells me.

Torn in between taking that step out of my car to go into the club and to play safe by calling someone, I let out a heavy breath and fell back into my seat, head resting on the headrest and my chin raised.

I should feel better tonight and enjoy everything life has in store for me this night.

With that, I let out my right leg too and completely got myself out of the car, shutting my door after me.

I wasn’t even in the bar yet. I already felt like I was drunk.

Heaving my entire weight against the door, I got myself in and staggered to the bar counter, where I got an empty seat to sit on.

Immediately, I got comfortable in the seat. I placed my head on the hard furniture, shielding it with my folded hands.

It felt good and nice. But what I needed at the moment was what would make me feel better.

“Ma’am, what do you care for?” a masculine voice pierced through my thoughts and I slowly raised my head up to take a look at him.

“Whiskey,” I whispered, but he heard. He smiled at me and turned his back on me, taking a glass from the shelf and passed me a glass.

“Need to feel better?” he asked with a smile.

I nodded my head in affirmation.

He poured whiskey into my glass, and I emptied everything into my lungs immediately.

I guess it hit a spot in my organ. I asked for more.

As I took my shots, things started to get blurry and weird ideas started to come into my head.

I didn’t care.

I asked for another shot and emptied it down my throat.

This went on and on until I guess my head couldn’t take it anymore.

I started seeing several things, including the handsome man sitting in a secluded spot in the bar, staring deep into my soul from afar.

Prompted to go near him, I followed my head.

There he was, looking deeply into my eyes with his blue eyes piercing into mine, as though something in me captivated him.

Smiling widely, I brought my index finger of my right hand up to his left cheek and traced it down his jawline.

“Boy, you look goo. Want me to twerk for you?” I asked, and without waiting for a reply, I sit on his groin and started to twerk on him, laughing hysterically.

He didn’t touch me. Neither did he make an effort to push me away as I continue to tease him.

A moment later, I felt a pair of hands on my butt.

Smiling to myself, I whispered, “bad boy”>

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The ray of sunlight hit my eyes as I try to open them.

It doesn’t feel like I am in my room. Where am I?

I tried to sit up, but my head responded with a big bang, my temples following the rhythm of my pounding heart.

The ray of light wasn’t doing any good to my situation as I take a look around, trying to get a grasp on where I was.

I knew it. There is no way this was my room. Where am I? what happened to me?

Just like that, memories of the previous night flashed through my head.

I had left Nicholas’ house and went straight to the bar, after which I took shots of whiskey and…

I flirted with a man!

My eyes widened in disbelief as I immediately look on the bed beside me to see if he was still there, almost wishing that he was there so I could know what I was dealing with.

However, I was the only one in bed, but there was a note placed right by my side.

Picking it up, there were two short sentences on it;

“Thank you for an unforgettable night. Take care”.

Was he real?

‘It is quite thoughtful of him to leave a note after taking full advantage of me last night,’ I thought, sarcastically.

Wait. He took advantage of me?

My eyes widen as realization hit me.

I lifted the duvet up from my body, peeping below to see if we truly had s*x. And there it was… the receipt of the atrocity I had committed last night.

I felt like crying as I bury my head into my arms, trying to get over what was happening to me.

Who did this to me?

I tried to remember the face but all the images of him in my head were all blurry, however; I was trying to remember one particular feature of his.

It looks like he has one unique characteristic that shouldn’t be forgotten, but I guess it’s just my head messing with me because of the intense pressure I am putting on it to remember the person.

‘What if he comes back?’

I’d better put my clothes on and get myself out before he thinks of coming back.

After the struggle of putting my clothes on, I looked around for my bag. Looks like I didn’t get to take it from my car last night.

I don’t even have an idea of what the time is right now and I don’t have my phone either.

Bolting out of the room as if I was late for an event, I looked around to see if anywhere I could get help was in sight. Like a pay phone that I can use to call Sophia or mom to come and pick me up.

A look around me, I saw the familiar building of the bar I got knocked out at last night.

Heaving a sigh of relief at the fact that help was in sight, I dashed to the bar’s packing lot, to my car.

The reality of me not being with my car keys dawn on me. However, I figured I must have dropped it at the bar. So, if anyone was a darling enough to pick it up for me, I should be able to retrieve it.

I went inside the bar, praying that I get my keys and get out of her on time.

I met an unfamiliar face.

” Please, I think I might have left my keys here last night. When I got drunk?” I said to the lady I met at the bar with embarrassment.

She smiled at me, turned to the counter and picked up a key from a little bowl on it.

“Here. You are exactly as he described,” she said, handing it over to me amidst her smile.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the key from her and getting away from the bar to my car in a hurry.

After successfully getting into my car, everything finally dawn on me.

I screamed my lungs out in frustration as I let the tear flow freely from my eyes.

This is too much for me to bear.

In just a day, my whole world seems to have crumbled down and my dead parents aren’t even doing anything to help.

Reaching for my bag, I picked my phone, and I saw that I had gotten tons of missed calls from Sophia, mum and dad.

I dialed Sophia’s contact, wishing she picks up immediately.

“Hey, Jenna. Whee have you been? Everyone has been worried about you…”

“Sophie, can you come and pick me up, please?” I cried into my phone when I couldn’t think of anything to say.

I don’t think I am sane enough to drive a car at the moment. So, if she comes to pick me up, I will have the liberty to cry all I want.

Images of Nicholas and Cynthia on that bed flash through my head, and it was as if something was being pumped into my vein, giving me the energy to cry harder as I sit right there in my car.

Nicholas has to pay for what he did to me.