Lucky

No fucking way

I know I promise you guys an update with cake moments but I guess I'll just put it on the next chapter! I promise! I just don't have ideas on writing a sweet scene but i'll try! I swear! Next update I will. Another filler chapter for now! Thank you for understanding guys.

Cara's POV

"Bitch! You're drunk as fuck!" Kylie said then grab the bottle of beer that i'm holding.

"I'm not Kylizzle. Give it back to me." I answered trying to grab the beer back from her hand but she's so quick to put it away from me.

I sighed in frustration.

I already have enough of this day to even argue with her, for my freedom to do what I want.

"You're done for the night missy! Stop drinking or else i'll call Poppy." She threatened as he gave the bottle to the bartender.

I stared at her in disbelief, but she just look at me with her straight face.

"Fine!" I gave up. I know that she's not messing around with me. If Kylie said it, she would do it. And Poppy bawling out on me, is the last thing I needed right now. Besides, she's kinda right though. I am really drunk, that I barely even recognized her.

"What's wrong Cara? You seemed a little bit lost lately." She asked and I can see concern running all over her.

Everything.

After witnessing the most romantic party make out earlier, I finally decided to just sit at the bar and get myself drunk. It would atleast make my visions blury that I can't clearly picture them kissing anymore or it could make me forget about it tomorrow, as it would be a part of my hangover that I won't even remember.

But who am I kidding right? Drunk or sober, my heart is still broken and I know it will never heal again. Unless a miracle happens, that I would finally wake up one day with her sleeping next to me and our kids jumping to our bed begging for breakfast.

Which is more than 100 % beyond impossible.

"Cara?!" Kylie yelled again that knocked me out from my thoughts.

"I'm okay Kylo. Jesus Christ, you don't have to shout." I lied and pretended to sound okay.

She just rolled her eyes on me. "I'm talking to you for about a minute now but you seem lost all through out. Don't fucking lie to me." I can hear disappointment on her voice.

"I'm okay Ky. I really am. I guess the alcohol is just getting in me now, but i'm fine. I can handle it." I lied again. Atleast I'm not being cutted off like always.

"You are not even close on being fine. But I guess your not yet ready to tell me what's wrong, and that's why i'm letting it go this time." She told me with a sad smile on her face.

I just bow my head down feeling embarassed by being caught lying to her. Its not that I don't trust her, its just that I don't feel like opening up right now. For me it's already too late, it would just waste both of our time.

It's too late now.

"I'm sorry." I apologized as I bluntly stare at the ceiling. That's what I alway do, just to keep my tears from falling.

I can feel her staring at me with pity and I hate it when people around me tend to do that. It makes me feel that i'm weak. I immediately turn my head to look at my right, where no one can see me and instantly wiped that one tear that I can't manage to hold on to.

"It's okay C. If you're ready enough to tell me, my door is widely open for you." She cooed and gave me a side hug.

I looked at her and smiled."Thanks Ky."