The drunken him

When I remembered his words from that night, I smiled unknowingly through my tears. When I revived his soothing words, it embraces me in an invisible comforting, warming hug. Suddenly, I felt like my strength has returned now, out of nowhere. Why now? It was my only strength among these rich people who often taunt me using that incident. I even use the call recorder of my dad's words often when I am discouraged by some college people. To get my strength back. I felt like a weight lifted from my shoulders.

I felt like I have to talk to dad now. Not like a sobbing mess. But just seeking the comfort of someone having my back.

When I returned to my room, I noticed that there was a bag lying just near our door like someone has placed it there purposely. I got on my knees to take a clear view of the bag. Wait! It's my bag. How does it come here?

I looked into my bag only to find my phone and a pocket full of tissues and a thick blanket that is used in winters. Last time, I have not kept my phone in my bag and certainly not the tissues. I kept the phone on my study table to charge. When I realized what had happened my heart swelled with gratitude knowing that Emily kept it there. When I asked her to give me some time, she guessed that I won't like it if she give me my phone herself. She somehow predicted my actions. Probably, because she is my friend for 4 years.

I opened the door to our quietly as much as possible. I tiptoed reaching Emily's bed to see her fast asleep. I leaned towards her and kissed her on her cheek lightly to express my love and gratitude for having such an understanding friend. I muttered a 'thank you for being my best friend' softly before leaving the room quietly to talk to dad.

When I exited my dorm, the cold breeze made my mood much better. I have always liked the cold breeze compared to the warm air. There are many trees around this dorm and our college. Under some big trees, there are some benches which are almost filled by college students every day because they are near our dorm and college. Since It's past midnight, there is no one. I chose this place because it's unsafe to go anywhere at this hour. So, I went to sit on the bench very near to the entrance of our dorm.

When I was about to call dad, a sight before me made me drop my phone on the bench and proceed to leave the bench. I was shocked because a motorbike lost its balance and its rider fell to the ground. But, by seeing it I can say it's a light accident. Neither the motorcycle nor the rider seems to have any damage. I sighed but proceeded to go near him to help him. He doesn't seem to wear a helmet. How careless! I went near him but he doesn't seem to stand. He just stay there not moving an inch. I become scared because it seemed like a light fall.

With a heavyweight of fear in my heart, I tried to wake him by hooking his left shoulder. He seemed my age. I can't see his face, since he was facing the opposite direction showing me his back. When he began to move, I realized that he was drunk.

When I don't even get time to process that he was a drunk who seemed like my age, I got the shock of my life.

When I helped him to sit on the ground, by holding his both shoulders kneeling on my knees, He lifted his face to face his helper. My eyes widened with surprise when Samuel looked at me tiredly with drooping eyes, reeking of alcohol. To confirm it was him, I checked his bike. Yes, It's his. I gasped finally processing this shock.

" Samuel! Why yo..... What are you..." I began to blabber not knowing what to ask him. I have not expected this at all. Wait! He has fallen from his bike. What if he has any injuries?

"Samuel! Do you have any injuries or bruises?" I took his face in my hands scanning carefully for any signs of cuts or injuries. When I confirmed that he doesn't have any on his face. I took his both arms scanning his entire body panicking.

"Samuel, Are you hurt? Does it hurt anywhere? Does it pain anywhere? Are you bleeding anywhere? Are you okay? You don't seem to have any external injuries" I sighed visibly relaxing, realizing that he is fine.

" Thank god! Wait! What if you have any internal injuries? What if you are bleeding inside? Come! Let's get you to the hosp...." I was forcing him to get up but was cut off by him who was smiling widely while here I am panicking imagining the worst.

"Shhhh!" He said pressing his index finger on my lips, leaning forward swaying a bit. My already widened eyes widened more at that.

" Have anybody told you that you blabber a lot?" I asked playfully smiling like he hasn't had a fall from his bike.

" I am fine, Calla," He said the words which made me breathe again relieved.

I tried to remove his finger from my lips. He removed it. But he took both hands in his hands keeping them warm in this cold breeze. I tried to remove them from his tight hold, But he only tightened his hold more.

" Samuel! What are you....." I was about to confront him about his inappropriate behavior even though my heart purred at it, but his words made me speechless halting my words.

"I am sorry, Calla." He apologized lowering his face looking at our intertwined hands like it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Maybe it is. It really is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

"I am sorry...I don't know why I said those words...I am sorry...I don't mean whatever I have said....I...am sorry. Please forgive me..." He was slurring the words continuously apologizing still looking down at our hands.

To say I was not expecting him to apologize is the real truth. I mean he hasn't apologized when he hurt me when I proposed to him. He doesn't even bother to interfere when everyone on the campus insulted me. When we talked for the first time after four years, the first thing he did was again hurt me, insult me, and verbally abuse me. Who would have expected that he will apologize for that too in his drunk state? Of course not me! I am a firm believer in 'Drunken minds speak sober words.'