Chapter 92
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"Is something there?" Cher face popped out of nowhere giving me a fright. Her eyes followed curiously my line of vision, trying to see what I was looking at.
I shifted my body in front of her, blocking her view as I smiled wobbly. "N-No, nothing is there. Sorry, what were we talking about?" I asked sheepishly.
Cher's brows were raised to her hair-line as she laughed mockingly. "Girl, you haven't even had a sip of alcohol and your mind is already somewhere else. Are you sure you can handle a drink?"
I rolled my eyes and grinned. "Of course, I can. I am more worried about you knowing your history."
Placing her hand on her left chest she lets out a gasp, feigning a hurtful expression. "I sure don't know about which history you're talking about."
I grinned sardonic. "Yeah, that happens when you chuck down too many alcoholic drinks. You black-out."
"Shut up!" She laughed as he playfully smacked my arm. I giggled as I was having fun teasing Cher until I felt a sharp pain coming from my thigh, causing me to let out a sudden yelp.
Cher blinked shocked and I laughed awkwardly, letting her know that everything was fine. I twirled my head around glaring at mark while soothing my thigh with my hand.
Did that asshole just pinch me?
Grimacing I glanced down again to see a different sentence being displayed on his phone.
"Am I clear? You better answer me before I pinch you again."
I narrowed my eyes and looked back at Mark, vertical wrinkles appeared between my eyebrows and I pursed my lips as I felt the anger shimmer in me. The urge to hit him was soaring but I had to tamper my heated feelings down, not wanting to cause a scene- also because I know that I would be the only that gets hurt from my hand colliding with his face while he wouldn't even have a scratch. Bastard that he is.
I screwed my eyes shut as I let out a shuddering breath, breathing out the anger with it.
"I understand." I grumbled under my breath knowing that Mark could hear it.
The waiter finally came back with our drinks and some snacks, placing them on the table. But only mine drink wasn't placed in front of me instead Mark went to the counter and came back with my drink which earned some questionable looks, but Mark just quietly sat down as if everything was okay.
I cleared my throat and took the glass in my hand as I stood up, turning my head around to look at everyone. "The reason why we have this drink gathering today is to forget the happenings of the past few weeks and to just enjoy. Cheers" I ended my small speech and thrusted my glass forward and soon everybody followed suit.
"CHEERS!" Everybody yelled in union, clinking their glasses with each other
"Let's get wasted!" Cher yelled, slinging her arm around my shoulder to pull me closer against her. I giggled. "Yeah!"
Few hours later the chatters intensified, more alcoholic smells started to get mixed in to the air, people were getting more comfortable, loosening their ties around their collar or opening a few buttons on their suit. Everybody was laughing at the top of their lunges, but somehow, I wasn't part of that laughter.
The heaving and hurling sound of Cher was reverberating all over the lady's restroom. "Is that my gummy bear." Cher asked meekly in a daze before continuing spilling her contents. I was hoisting up her hair, keeping it away from her mouth as she was too busy introducing her breakfast, lunch and God knows what to the toilet. The heaving sounds and the acid smell that came off it made me feel nauseated- almost making me want to spill out my own contents.
After awhile nothing came out anymore and she slouched down against the stall, her legs flat on the ground as she kept nodding away. I crouched down. "You okay?" I asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She fluttered her eyes open and looked at me with an unfocused gaze. Her face then broke out in an innocent smile. "I loooove you ssssooo much!" Her words were all slurred and lisping
Oh no.
"You know that I love you right? I love you thiiiissss much!" She yelled and made wide hand movements to intensify her words.
"Yes, yes I know Cher." I nodded absentmindedly.
With her eyes shut as if she was about to fall asleep, she opened her arms wide and clenched her hands open and close repeatedly. "Come and give your bessstie a hug!"
I sighed, shaking my head. "I think that you have one too many drink Cher. Let's get you home." I said and stretched oud my hand.
And I immediately regret doing that as soon as Cher's eyes flung open. Pushing her trembling bottom lip out, her eyes welling up with tears. "Why are you saying that? Are you saying that because you don't want me to be here? Because you…don't…love me…anymore?" Her trembling voice broke at the end of the sentence and she started to wail, flinging her self at me- engulfing me in an impeccable embrace.
Her arms tightened around my neck and I could feel my airway being cut off. "Don't hate me April! I'm SORRYYYY!" She cried.
Oh God what am I supposed to with this child. This is what I meant when I said that I was more worried about her drinking than about myself. She is the emotional drinking type; easy to laugh and easy to cry. And the worst thing of them all is that she always forgets about it in the end. I have lost count at how many times she had told me that she loved me and when I don't respond to her love properly, she starts to cry like now, thinking that I hate her.
I let out a heavy sigh and started to stroke her head soothingly. "I don't hate you silly. I love you."
With mucus covered face she looked at me with her doe eyes. "Rweally?" The ways that she pronounced her vowel, consonants and syntax had totally digressed to a childlike manner.
I chuckled wiping her tears away. "Yeah of course! How could I ever hate you? I only said that because I want you to go home so that you can properly rest." I started to talk to her like you would to a child.
"Bu-"
"You want to see Brandon, don't you?" I asserted cutting her off.
She pouted and started to fumble around with her fingers, but still answered quietly. "Yeah…"
I patted her head and smiled pleased. "That's a good girl."
'I have to call Brandon.' I told myself.
Sighing inwardly, I looked up heavenwards. There goes operation: Lets sneak out while Mark is being kept busy and everybody is wasted.
