"Sorry," he mumbled.
Alone again. Behind a closed door.
What an odd day. A gun and a long lost step-brother.
Why does everything always come back to England. I need some air.
“I’m glad a lack of water doesn’t stop the drinks from coming!” She said through her giggles as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever said. The alcohol was working well to distract her from her father, from her mother, from Lucas.
The man next to her stared with a smile on his face.
"I hope you don't mind my saying, but your eyes are beautiful,” he said.
Despite the alcohol's strengthening whirr, her mind grounded itself a bit. She shot him her glare, one that normally convinced people to leave her alone, gulped down the rest of her martini, and threw down a 20 on the bar counter. This time her stride wasn’t so swift as she headed for the door. Last time someone said that to her, it was Lucas.
“Leave me alone!” She opened her mouth to repeat herself but instead a ball of throw up came out. The man caught her just before stumbling into her own vomit.
“We need to take you home. Where do you live? or would you prefer me to call someone to pick you up?”
Annabell just stared at him. Another one was coming.
“Ok, then. We’ll just sit here awhile,” he said while leading her to the nearby concrete steps.
They sat there in silence except for the occasional vomit session and the scarce passerbyer.
Tears started running down her face.
I’m a mess. Lucas can’t continue to control my life anymore. I’m in America now. I’m away...Why did mother have to die? Why? Why did father have to become such a jerk after mothers death? Why? Why did Lucas have to have so much power over me? Why?
As she raised her head, a wave if comfort fell over her if she looked up from her vomit covered self.
“Jamie! Jamie!” Annabell yelled.
Jamie looked away from the woman to his side.
He hesitated, noticing her vomit. “Anna!...you ok?”
“Don’t be daft, Jamie! I’m just a little tipsy. Come on, take me home instead of that girl.”
He just stared at her. First, with a blood red face from embarrassment and then anger hit his face.
Suddenly, he turned to the girl next to him. “Sasha, this is my step-sister Annabell who just moved to America. Annabell is an expert at ruining my fun, so I’m so sorry to say this but I am going to have to bail on you tonight. I promise you, I’ll make it up to you.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek and stared into her eyes for a long second.
“I’m not that bad, Jamie!” She said smiling at him, oblivious to his frustration.
“Let’s get you home before you hurt yourself.”