I Punched a Mafia King

29. Lorraine's drunk doings

29. Lorraine's drunk doings

C A I T L Y N

So, where do I begin. Lets start by saying we haven't had any luck on finding Fernando at all. Whenever we raided his whereabouts we were given, nobody was there.

It's been about a month since we came home and we've met with the Salvador Family more than once already. Andreana was happy to see me, but didn't want to leave so she clung onto the curtains for her dear life. It's honestly so sad watching a little kid that cry because they  don't wanna leave you.

Nevertheless, Emma promised to bake her homemade apple pie. As long as it's not made by Carlos, it's okay.

She dashed to the cars like she was being chased.

Also bless her.

Alec and I haven't had a real conversation yet. Probably only a few seconds of eye contact and small talk for about a minute before it got insanely awkward.

I absolutely hate his guts. Not to mention I'm not allowed to go out the mansion unless with the proper escorted security, hiding like 6 guns on their bodies. I have a night club to deal with!

Speaking of night clubs, there was this guy called Darius who was flirting with me for the past few nights I've been at the club.

With all my unnecessary security, whenever he does I could see Bennett, head of Cameron's security looking at me with a slight smirk on his face. I bet he was thinking 'Ha, you can't run from this male specimen.' Yeah even he knows I've turned down the gender opposite gender ever since Alec, and even worse. Bennett thinks I'm 'moping around' and 'taking everything more serious'.

Well nah, the fact that your kidnapper is on the loose and knows EVERYTHING about you because he stole your files definitely shouldn't be taken seriously.

I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!!!

It's now a language I speak fluent in, other than Italian or English when I get annoyed because punching people in the face is frowned upon by society.

Now that I think of it, I haven't spoke Italian in what feels like forever. Huh, oh well anyway I'm getting a little off track.

Walking into the bar, with security following. I feel the rush of slight warmth as I enter the not-so-lively club, I owned a regular club. (So none of those girls that hang on a one of those fire poles, firemen go down.) With a bar and V.I.P downstairs, meanwhile my V.I.P was on the second storey of the building. Around 5 months ago I bought the abandoned building , surprisingly it was in pretty good condition. Just dirty hell, not to mention the astounding graffiti art that was painted on almost all the walls.

It was so interesting to me since I use to paint before mom and dad split. I haven't touched a paintbrush in a while, ever since senior year that is.

I decided to keep a few of the graffiti on the walls since if I painted over it, then it would just be bare and empty. I already seen the long line of people, waiting outside in the freezing cold.  And the club opened at 10.30pm, so had an hour to spare. 

By 9.25pm DJ was already booming music through the large hall, and the lights flashed different colors  in all directions. The bartenders were already at there bar with all the right equipment out, and the waitresses. Well they were fixing their makeup and pulling up there skirts, tying their hair up and undoing a few buttons on their button up shirts in the bathroom. 

It all screamed slut to me.

Whenever I had a few minutes to spare before the doors opened. I usually go retouch my mascara or add powder.  And I normally saw the waitresses glaring, or copying me which is one of the worst things ever!

The doors opened on the dot of 10.30, people started floodig into the hall and the night began...

***

I'm normally downstairs in the V.I.P, mingling with celebrities. In V.I.P, you have to book one of the 50 private tables with like a rounded white sofa that stretched around the table a day before. If not all of them are booked then V.I.P's can sit there, they can hold at least 4 to 6 people.

I talk to a few celebs I had made friends with since practically everyone knew me. Mainly as 'The girl who disappeared, then reappeared after her parent's died' girl.

It wasn't what I was going for but whatever. Then out of nowhere, a slightly tipsy Lorraine is right beside me in a short red dress. She looked wasted and was fumbling out random words. "Ahah, heyy Caitlyn. What's bringing you to this club?" Lorraine slurred, grabbing a random drink from a table.

I automatically grabbed the drink from her, settling it down back onto the table "Noooo." I said whilst guiding her past the sweaty people and into the female toilets, Lorraine ran to an open stall as she started to puke. Other females muttered and complained. I knew from past experiences that they would be sending a glare in my direction. Which I ignored, because I WAS THE OWNER OF THE CLUB.  And my friend was puking in a toilet while I tried to comfort her.

Yeah, I'm inexperienced with the 'comforting someone in the Public bathrooms' part.

Once she was done, Lorraine started to cry after lifting down the cover and sitting on it. "Are you okay?" I ask, ibviously knowing that she wasn't. Lorraine's makeup was smudged, her hair was frizzy and she was very sweaty. Much like myself. "No I'm not," she cried, lifting her hands to cover her eye's ans face.

  And I froze, "Lorraine." I say in a serious manner,I  grab her wrists to see it more clearer. "Yeah," she agreed, "It was an accident, I was drunk-" I stopped her there,"How is getting a tattoo of a pink condom wrapper an accident?" I exclaimed, "It even has your name on it with a heart in black ink!"

I couldn't believe this girl, "It was either you were desperate. Or downright wasted!" Lorraine did the dumbest things when she was drunk. There was this one main incident when she was 18 Linny told me about. Lorraine TP'd a strangers house and when the cop's arrivied she ran from them shouting 'Hahah you can't stop me because I'm A Vagina-saurus' Then ran straight into a lamp post and got knocked out...

Not to mention another time when Lorraine randomly started screaming at this man in a supermarket for. 'Stealing her air, and that Sandy the Squirrel needed that to survive... or she would die,' then ran out the store. Long story short, that long and crazy night ended when Lorraine passed out on her bed with unused pads stuck to her face.

"It's fine, It's only small." Lorraine whispers before collapsing off the toilet, into my arms.

What a swell night!

Hello it's been a while!!!!

I am so sorry, I've been having problems in my life outside of Wattpad and they weren't good. But it is getting better.

Soooooo. Thank you so much for being here and supporting me, also how my story is still in the ranks.

And Yeah.

tILl wE MeET AgAin (I'm bored and Hyper so....) Byeeeee x.

- Angelu