Chapter 2- the unfortunate meeting

Alexandria Felix

I looked straight ahead at this lonely road as I drove the Ferrari I asked our driver to bring to the hospital in an inhuman speed. I guess everything in my life is such a big mess, from a wonderful life and family to a painful thud in my heart that is so not easing away. I increased  the speed as I take a swift turn. This is not fair to me, I hate what I am now?

A broken girl. I'm not weak.

I recklessly parked in front of a bar

I stepped out and ignored the protests of the couple I nearly ran over. On a normal day I would have apologized but I'm in no mood for that. It's not my fault that all they can see is just themselves. I really need something to numb my pain right now and I think a good drink would help me.

I moved to go to inside bar but a hand on my shoulder stopped me and I looked at the hand and raised my blank gaze to the owner of the hand who turned out to be the man I nearly ran over.

"Hands off" I said dangerously low before he could say anything.

I actually plan on breaking his hand.

Thankfully he obliged and removed his hand from my shoulder and wanted to say something but I brushed past him and walked into the bar with an air of authority and took a seat in front of the bartender. I slid my gaze to see his girlfriend shouting at him and I felt guilty. I know I'm being rude to people but I can't help it these days. I'm just angry at the world.

"Two large shots of vodka" I told the expectant bartender and he gave me my order. In case you are wondering I just turned twenty and still in my pathetic black dress I finished the two shots gesturing for more over and over again but dad's happy memories kept on playing in my head and the way I witnessed his demise giving my heart a hard time.

I gulped down the drink in front of me and gestured for more.

I massaged my left chest to ease the pinching pain but it's unending.

When I looked up to the bartender he had a blurry twin. I ignored him and looked to my side where my eyes were greeted with a man in ripped black jeans, a white shirt (I think) and a leather jacket. I burst into a very weird laugh hell I think I've seen him somewhere but jogging my memory to remember is a total fail.

"Heyyyyyu" I slurred and hiccupped

"Guess what? My fav colour is milky purple but I think ice cream should be replaced with sweetened gourds mixed with alcohol because children should be given the right to invest in swinging as a business but the government is democratically autocratic. Cool right??"

I burst out laughing, feeling like a proud politician at the nonsense I was blabbing. It's official I am drunk.

All of a sudden I started crying,

"You know my dad left me just right after I had an argument with him" I turned to the bar tender and laughed

"Which dad leaves his daughter forever without reconciling with her" then I looked at the man and wailed like a baby.

What is wrong with me?

"You know I'm not weak" I laughed again before images of my sad mum flashed before my eyes and I wailed. I must be making a spectacle of myself but I couldn't control it.

The man just looked straight ahead without giving me as much as a sideway glance. The nerve he had.

I reached out and turned his face forcefully to look at me and I was impressed.

"Wow" I exclaimed "you and your blurry twin are good looking, you know?"

He pulled his face and ignored me completely.

I pouted my lips and wiped my tears with the back of my hand

"You're a meanie" I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I know I'm very pretty so its your loss" I sing sang and then burst out laughing before I kept silent and wiped the lone tear in my eyes taking another shot of the burning liquid.

I stood up on my wobbly feet when he attempted to leave but they failed me and I fell on the rude jerk. I felt a bile in my throat and hiccupped continuously. I tried to push back the vomit but it came back in full force and I threw up on him.

The last image I saw was the rude jerk's horrified look before I laid properly on him on the floor, in the bar directly where I had puked.

"No, this is not possible. How are you here?" I asked in fear looking the horrifying being in front of me who was my dad. His eyes were popping out and pieces of his brain trickled down his bloodiest face

"So you wanted me dead" he asked with a sadistic smile that made me almost shiver.

"I would never. No matter how much I felt neglected, I never wanted you dead. I witnessed a sight no daughter should see happen to her dad" I said shaking my head

"Not when you are the one I see as my murderer!" He spoke fiercely

"What do you mean? Your murderer was confirmed dead."

"Dead?" He scoffed.

"My murderer is still alive and you my dear is pond in this game. You are aiding that person"

"What?" I whispered

"Come give your papa a hug princess" he said and opened his arms which were mutilated and crushed bones sticking bloodily out in various direction.

I stepped back slowly while he preyed on me with a sickly my before he suddenly opened he removed an axe from behind him and flung it towards my face...

I sat up sweating profusely. I touched my forehead and was immediately hit by a very sharp migraine and a bad hangover.

"Damn" I muttered

'How much did I drink'

I was given a glass of some liquid and gulped it down in disgust.

I said a silent thank you to whoever gave it to me and contemplated going back to sleep.

I don't think I can bear another nightmare but sleep kept on calling unto me and I eventually succumbed to it because the migraine was not going anytime soon.

I woke up feeling much better and thankfully, no nightmare.

I half opened my eyes and walked over to the bathroom and washed my face only to realize that it wasn't my bathroom.

I replayed the events that occurred in the bar and looked at the crisp white shirt I wore that reached mid thigh and instead of smelling like puke I had a strawberry fragrance. I looked at the sink and saw the soap. I ran my hands through my hair and down my face trying to remember what happened after my puking drama but it was a total fail.

I walked out of the bathroom and was greeted with an exquisitely designed typical male looking room. Damn! How did I get here?

Where the hell am I?!

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Soo I know this is kinda short but I'll make the next one longer

Comment if you think Alexandria is the murderer

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