The lights flashed in different colors as the ray of lights hit my eyes. My body swayed so sluggishly that I couldn't catch up with the beats of the music. I'm pretty sure I was drunk.
I danced my heart away as my body moved carelessly. It didn't matter to me whether my hand hit someone or I stepped on someone's feet or I bumped into others. It just didn't.
My heart pulsed so fast but my body didn't feel like it did. And my body vibrated with every beat of bass that intensified that I could barely hear the roaring crowd over it.
I felt so relieved, like it was a desperate but successful escape from a hideous, monstrous enemy.
But maybe it was. Yes, it actually is.
Then the nausea hit me. My head felt like a top which was relentlessly spinning and spinning and...
"Gross!" A shriek of earpiercing disgust blew through my ears.
There was a heavy pounding in my head. I tried to regroup myself, feeling unable, and stood up, but I couldn't. A grip on my shoulders that I didn't notice suddenly tightened.
"Don't even!" This time the voice sounded more irritated and familiar at the same time.
My eyes had opened to the floor to which I danced on last night, except it had vomit on it. My vomit alongside the light dandelion that pierced. The amount of sunlight dazed me. It was morning.
I was not fully aware of the things around me, or even anything about this.
This mess. Rumbles of glass tickled through my ear.
"Ma'am, this is how much she broke last night." The emphasis made it sound exponentially worse "Immediate payment is expected." The man's voice seemed to become more professional.
"I'm sorry for all this. Don't worry, I'll pay for this... mess." Indeed it was. Not only that was certain but the fact that someone was with me was almost too certain.
I looked to see who and there she was, in front of me.
The familiar hazel eyes, blonde hair and paled skin. She really was here.
"Becca?" My voice was weak.
The grip on me had let go.
"That's Rebecca for now."
"Here." Her voice lightened up as she turned her attention to the waiter who was embarrassingly looking at such a wreck and gave him the money.
"Thank you." He replied along with footsteps away.
"Wh... Why are you... Here?" My voice jumped tones higher.
"I'm not here for you. Ms. Thompson started looking for you. She sent me and turns out Michael had something to do with this." She took a step back and had a stern look and tone to her.
Hearing that name carved a wound in my heart.
"Don't say no more. Let's go." I had said in the most vulnerable way possible.
"Relationships. Pathetic." Her voice stung with bitterness
Hearing her say that ran chills though my spine. It was uncharacteristic of her to say it that way.
She was the girl that everyone knew in high school.
"How?" I replied but I heard no response. Maybe my voice was too weak, again.
She helped me out and said my apologies to the bar, we headed out and saw a silver Corolla parked along the sidewalk a couple of meters away. It was Becca's car.
I sat down feeling drowsy and positioned myself well on the leather seats.
The scent of the car reminded me of a meadow of flowers. Not too strong but enough to catch your attention. The throbbing had eased down a bit.
She rolled down the windows and drove smoothly. The road wasn't filled with traffic today. And so, gushes of breezy air blew through my hair as she sped up. There was an earpiercing silence in the car that I could hear the people outside with the roaring engine.
"What time is it, Be... Rebecca?" I tried to be as calm as possible.
"6:16 to be exact. And no, we're not going to the office. Change clothes in your apartment."
"Oh, okay." I couldn't think of anymore responses.
It took more awkward silences when suddenly Becca said something unexpected.
"What happened last night?" She said with the least amount of interest.
Then breathing suddenly became hard. My heart squeezed and I felt dizzy. Maybe it was because of the drinks last night? I don't know.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Her voice comforted me with warmth and I felt a little bit more relaxed.
"Michael wasn't right for you anyway." She added with more persuasion to her tone.
The streets started to become more and more familiar as Becca drove smoothly.
"Just drop me off beside the small hardware. The gray building." My voice sounded relieved.
A couple of buildings, homes, shops passed and the engine had come to a cease. I got out of the car and Becca helped me out.
"I'll wait for you here." she said as she closed the car door. I waved as I walked through the entrance and was welcomed by the familiar beige walls with the "Live Today." poster upfront. I spent no time to waste and fast walked my way through the first flight of stairs. I walked left and entered the third door. "3B" it said, which was my room. I grabbed the key in my purse and twisted it in the knob.
I was furious when I got in. Rushing to prepare myself. The piles of clothes from last night's rummage were still there. I quickly set them aside and got ready to take a quick bath. Though the aftermath of the blowout was still noticeably remained in me.
I threw my old clothes in the basket and I got in the bathroom to start cleaning up this mess who smelled of alcohol and vomit.
I scrubbed and scrubbed when I felt like the stench was gone. Then proceeded to brush my teeth harder than I'd usually did. I stared at the mirror in front of me and I looked like the most haggard person in the world. Dark circles had laid underneath my eyes and I looked pale.
I proceeded to pick out my clothes from the pile and wore something warm. I chose to wear a blue faded high waist pants and a buttoned white long sleeve. I put on a touch of foundation and concealer and contoured to show my cheekbones, brushed my hair and put on my favorite strawberry-scented perfume and head on out with my sneakers on and purse in hand.
The door clicked as it locked on the way it closed. I did not feel the best but that won't stop me from wearing what I want. I headed down and took my time as I got in the car.
Becca was already waiting for me in the driver's seat as I closed the car door shut.
"You still owe me." Her voice had a smuglike expression.
"For what?" I replied with a higher tone than usual.
"What you broke isn't mine to fix." She said with finality and the engine roared back to life and off we went to the office."