Escape

Chapter 1

The best days are the weekends, to be enjoyed alone in an overcrowded bar on the other side of the city. Too many broken hearts and fresh pieces all under one roof. I love parties, you know like a kind of 'Noisy silence' ? I enjoy it. The Dance floor, The music , The Drinks, Forgetting all the pain in the world. We all are here to have fun. We dance crazy and rock and there is bartender! What a business! Lonely souls sitting and talking to him. He knows everything about everyone. I bet someone can definitely stuff some money into his pocket and convert him into some kind of spy as literally everybody is attracted to him, especially women. That bloody fellow talks to everyone, is compatible with everyone or may be that's the part of his business. Who knows ? Plus he is cute.Girls are attracted to him like flies on honey. Huh! A woman's broken heart and uff! those tears. There comes bartender to the rescue. Have no idea how many women in this room are keeping an eye on him, wanting to get a taste of him. Hungry bitches!

"What can I get you ?" He smiled and winked. I kind of felt a little something in my belly. His smile is magical and his eyes talk and signal. I hear myself saying "Vodka".

"Rough Day?", he asks

"Just a little freedom". I say.

He pours Vodka in a way that is appealing and turns a little, looks me in the eye."Here's your drink lady". I am pulled. I feel like the other women fantasizing about a drink with him. I feel common. But I am already far ahead in my imagination with me, his eyes, his lips close to mine and the magical Adventurous rendezvous. Can a Saturday Night be any better ?

I am half-drowsy half-drunk when i realize that my phone is ringing. This buzzing sound in nowhere close to the music on the Dance floor but still gives me a Headache. Maybe because it is not the sound but the caller.My lovely boyfriend Chad! Oh How and Why ? I doubted it before but now i know that boyfriends possess a third eye to keep a watch on their girlfriends, like some kind of sixth sense. Can't they mind their own businesses? Thank you for interrupting my fiery imagination. I walk outside the bar, tipsy. Some 3-4 men eyeing me. I give a disgusted look to them. Though one of them looks decent. Anyways, I am outside now but I can hear Drumsticks in my ear, still.

"Hello, Darling!", I say on phone.

"Where are you Amanda? I have been calling for a while.."

"I came to a little party. Anything important ?"

"No i just miss you. See you tomorrow ?"

"yeah yeah sure"

"you know i love you, right ?", he says

"ya ya you too". I hear myself speaking.And then I hung up.

Ahhh...My boyfriend demands to be with him, spend some time with him, Love him, care for him and what not. My feelings because of the drink are definitely exaggerated but i know this is not what i had signed up for. It feels like a Duty. Love. Romance. Caring. Being forever together. All these things frustrates me. But i guess there's a heart within me beneath this bold exterior that doesn't want to hurt the poor fellow. He loves me. He has already compromised so much for me. I feel sunken and down with pressure. That's guilt. And I am living with this feeling for quite some months.

*********************************************************************************************** Ending is totally unexpected so keep on reading pleeeeaaseee <3 <3  There are some flashbacks but the story continues in an amazing way and it gets better after the flashbacks end so keeeep reading :D . Hope you like it.