The Wounded Love novel Chapter 1

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I internally scolded myself. You should've said no.

"No." I said out loud. "No. No. No." Great, now people think you're crazy because you're talking to yourself.

I sighed, looking down into my empty glass. "F@ck them." I mumbled to myself, not caring what the people around me thought. It was the alcohol that had me like this. I wasn't actually crazy.

"More." I said to the bartender. He gave me a sad smile and refilled my glass. I don't know how many of these I had tonight, but my head was cloudy, and as I emptied out each glass my anger faded.

My shoes didn't hurt my feet. They were numb. My scratchy dress was no longer scratchy, my heart no longer ached. I was numb and I liked it. I liked not being able to feel anything. I was getting really attached to this bar and it was only my first night in the hotel. I considered it a very good, very comforting friend.

I patted the smooth wooden counter of my new friend. Then I began to doodle on his shiny, polished surface with my pointer finger. "Welcome to Lonelyville where none of your dreams come true." I slurred.

I heard someone slide onto the stool next to me, but didn't bother to look at who it was. As long as it wasn't mom, Angela, Nick or my other so called family I was good.

"Just a beer." The man said in a deep voice. A sexy voice. But I was stuck in Loner Ville and didn't care enough to take a look.

My vision was blurry and my words were slow, but my hearing was amazing. I heard everything a little too loudly.

I heard the bottle get placed on the top of my new friend, I heard the cap pop off, then silence. A second or two later the bottle was placed back down. I heard a deep sigh from the man who I still hadn't looked at.

"You like soccer?" The same voice asked. I knew he was asking because there was a game on, but I wasn't sure whether he was talking to me or not.

"Me?" I asked a little too loudly. My head throbbed.

"Yes you." He had an accent but I couldn't figure out where it was from.

"I'm not much of a sports person. My daddy did like baseball though." Daddy? Where the hell did that come from?

I received a chuckle from my neighbor. "Daddy as in boyfriend?"

"Not." I said before taking another sip of my drink.

"How many of those have you had?" He asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I really wish I knew the answer to that."

Enough silence passed where I was able to finish my glass and ask for another one. I was seriously going to be screwed tomorrow.

"Let me get that for you." He said, paying the bartender.

"Thank you." I looked down at the golden liquor that burned a hole through my throat. At least that's what it felt like.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"We are going to waste our stupid pathetic lives waiting for the future which isn't going to be any better than the present.

"And before you know it Mr. Latino, we are sitting on our fucking deathbeds missing the old sucky version of ourselves." I let out a big breath.

He didn't say anything and neither did I for a really long time. We sort of just sat there, blankly staring at the stupid soccer game. Maybe he really was watching it, but I wasn't.

"That's true." He finally said. "But Sugar, this isn't the way to solve your problems." He pushed my glass to the side. "You're just having a bad day."

"Ha! Try bad year. No try bad two years." I sighed again. "Sorry. You don't want to hear my problems and right now I'm not even sure what they are. Enjoy the game."

I tried to get up from my chair but failed miserably. The heels were too high and I was too drunk. "Damn it." I muttered. Holding onto the bar, ripping off those stupid Louboutin heels.

I looked up to see him watching me with concerned eyes. "I'll be fine." I said to him.

"Please tell me you aren't driving home." Those smoldering chocolate brown eyes were staring me down.

I shook my head no. "I may be angry, but I'm not suicidal." And with that I turned around and stumbled out of the bar.

"Wake up honey." My mom called, knocking on my door. I groaned but didn't say anything. "Skyla honey, are you in there?"