Richard

"What have you done to me, you bastard?!" I asked, not actually waiting for a response but I was in desperate need of an explanation at that moment and nothing seemed to matter other than that.

He fidgeted and pointed at a group of young kids probably still in high school or a freshman in college. I couldn't be particular about their appearances.

I was feeling the urge to drop to the ground but I was determined to get to the root of this.

My senses were beginning to fail and now, I could hardly see but I managed to still make out a few things.

I trudged toward them without getting my balance, nudging a few people who were on my way to their table.

"Hey!" I yelled drunkenly.

"Look who we have here. The drunk son of the famous businessman," one of them announced and they all laughed. They brought out their phones and made videos of me. I tried my best to stop them but I was too weak.

"What do you want?" I asked weakly.

"We're just having fun. It's a dare," one of them answered, but I couldn't make out who it was since my vision was blurry and I could barely see well.

I tried to stop them from making a video when I felt a hand punch my face.

A drunken mood and a punch in the face was a very bad combination that even me couldn't withstand. I staggered backwards, trying so hard to hold my ground.

I managed to stand firm for a while when I stumbled back again and now, I landed on my back, flat on the bare floor.

I shook my head a few times, trying to get a hold of myself when I felt a hand rummaging my body.

"Hey! Hey, get your hands off me," I managed to say as I tried to stop them but was so weak that I couldn't lift my hands, so I surrendered, giving them the chance to do whatever it was with me.

"Stop right there or I'll call the cops on you!" I heard a female voice say but it was far away. They didn't stop but continued with the search.

"I told you to stop!" the voice repeated and the hands scanning through my body stopped instantly and I could hear their retreating steps.

"Are you okay, Richard?" I heard the voice ask but I couldn't reply.

"The show is over. You can all go on with your goddamn shots," I could hear her say but her voice was so faint to my ears.

I squinted, trying to see well the face of my saviour but I couldn't as it was a total blackout.

I could feel her call my name or she didn't, I wasn't certain.

I felt the gentle touch of her hair fall on my face and it tickled me lightly before I got totally oblivious about everything around and was far into darkness.

****

I woke up the next morning with a banging headache. My head felt heavy like I was carrying a truck of load.

I squinted my eyes as the sun illuminated the blind shield making my head hurt even more.

I looked around, trying to take in my environment and at the same time, trying to recall what happened the previous night and why I felt so sick.

It all sank in and I eventually got to know I was in the guest room in my apartment. The only thing I remembered about last night was gulping down a few cups of tequila.

I stood up and immediately felt a sharp pain in my mouth. My body also ached badly.

What happened last night?

I walked to the mirror that was near my bed and examined my face.

My lips were bursted and my eyes were a crimson red which hurt so bad.

"Hey, Richard," I was startled by a female voice.

"Hey, Jessie," I replied, trying to compose myself.

"You were a total mess when I got to you last night. Why were you so drunk?"

"What happened last night?" I asked instead, trying to start from there.

"I really don't know. I just rushed over after I got a call from you who ended up to be a female voice,"

"A female voice?" I asked rhetorically, holding my head which was still hurting really bad.

"What was she like?" I asked and she eyed me.

"Probably one of your sneaky link," she retorted and I rolled my eyes.

"I made you something to eat. You'd feel better after you eat," she said and I looked at her without responding before walking to the bathroom.

I shuddered a little as the cold water touched my body. My thoughts were crowded and only one person came to my mind.

Caroline Twain.

I tried to wave the thought of her off my mind but it was futile so I let it all consume me.

I pictured her face in my mind, remembering the colour of her eyes and her hair- its length and how its texture would feel against my touch.

I wish I had let her speak so I could take in the sound of her voice and I could work with the rhythm of it.

I envisioned her body. It curves and flaws which I doubted if their would be any.

The way her little curves hugged her clothes tightly. I imagined her in my arms and instantly shook the thought away.

What on earth was I thinking?!

I turned the shower off and shut her thought off my mind. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom.

One thing about women is that as soon as you make them feel special to you they interpret that attention as emotional codependency and they vaporize into the ether.

There was no way I'd love her nor give her any soothing attention to raising archetypes of her fantasies. Not now, not ever.

No one owns me!