Something Is Wrong With Me.........

Part 40

Dawn POV~

"Do you just want the whole entire bottle?" the bartender sneers, but in a playful tone. For at least an hour now, he's been serving me many glasses of Henny. I lost track at 7.

"I would say yes, but~Butt fuck it. Fuck him, fuck her. Shit". He laughed at my rambling, and hands me the bottle.

"Damn sis, slow down. You'll get a nasty hangover". I looked at him, scoffed, and said "Bitch, please". I threw the rest of the bottle back, only later to regret falling off the bar stool chair. The name on the bartenders tag read 'Travis'. He helps me up, placing my arms around his neck, carrying me to the lobby.

"Am I heavy-HIC- Colson~~?".

"No not at all" Travis Shruggs off me calling him my husband.

"By the way, Dawn isn't it? Why are you down here drinking alone, I mean didn't you come here with somebody?". Instantly, the 'somebody' made me remember why I'm like this in the first place.

"The brain fucker made me angry". Travis again laughs. Maybe I should rub myself against Travis's body to smell like his cologne. Let him see how it feels to have another man do, what he does or should be doing.

"You sure have a way with words!".

"THE FUCK DAWN?". Immediately Travis placed me onto the ground, as this huge figure stomps in my direction. I tried to straighten myself up, but he does it for me.

"So this is how it is Dawn? I see you finna fuck around with him? Of all people?".

......Can somebody please bring those many flashbacks as to who, what,where, and how he got his dick sucked? & What does be mean by 'Him'?

"He was just carrying me to the room. I'm drunk you dick!" I feel like crying. Travis rubs my back, and continuously asks me if I was okay. This didn't obviously, sit to well with Colson.

"Fuck you doing? Don't touch her like that!". Colson pressed his body against Travis, waiting for him to do something. Recap- I'm shorter than nobody's business. Squeezing between them and pushing them in separate direction isn't nor wasn't easy.

"That's what I thought walk away. You see this?", he grips his genitals. "You see her", he points at me. "You'll never have it".

"That's okay! I'm Gay anyways, so it wouldn't matter !". Travis screams halfway across the lobby.

"Really? You don't seem like it", I say still holding his hand for balance. Travis was about 6'3, Brown eyes, pink lips, and arm, chest, and neck tattoos. And ear plugs. He was pretty hot for a gay person.

"Thank you", he nods. But fiercely stares at Colson. He storms away, leaving me and Travis gripping fingers.

"Shall we go and hang by the beach?". He suggests.

"Yes. We shall". Before I could even take three steps forward, I fall. Andrew didn't hesitate to pick me up, this time allowing me to jump on his back.

"Damn Dawn. I thought you'd be the type who could handle her liquor". I didn't answer. Just laid my head on his shoulder, staring at all the people below us. So this how it feels to be tall...

He sits me down on the lounging chair, and sits besides me.

"So how does it feel? To- to be Gay I mean?". I ask.

"I'm not Gay, I just thought it would be a great comeback". I laugh, that was clever.

"Do you not recognize me?", he stares hard into my eyes.

"I can't really tell, I'm borderline white-girl wasted". I squint my eyes harder, and bring my face closer.

"Duuude, no fucking way! T.mills?". I remember him at countless shows, and clubs that I went to. He brought himself into a smile, and looked down.

"Yeah, I'm T.mills. Call me Travis, you remind me of back home when you do". My heart fluttered when he said that. Can I come home with you?

"You're making me shy when you stare at me like that". He says sliding his hand onto mine.

"Sorry, it's just that. You helped me through many ups and downs with your music, years ago. Of course you probably heard this a million times but, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here". I looked down at his fingers. It was the truth. He sung so many songs that could bring you to laugh, cry, or wonder why you were being treated in such a way.

"Good. That means I'm doing my job, for another beautiful woman". This time he doesn't look away, but brings his head closer. For a kiss?! I glance at his lips, then back at him. He hesitates, then just kisses me. A quick three second kiss. Nothing more. Deep down inside, I wished it was more. The rest of me, differed, I'm engaged. He pulls away, muttering 'Wow'.

"So, why are you bar-tending anyways?". Completely, wanting him to ignore the fact we locked lips.

"My friend was sick, so I took the shift for her".

"Aww, you are pretty cool". I read online years ago, that he was a major asshole. Especially, when it came to females.

"Only around certain people. But never mind that, we should get you back to ya-know your Hubby". Why did he have to remind him of HIM? Not that I don't miss him, I do. It's just that- Fuck. This is more complicated than I thought.

"Yeah, you're right"...Sadly.

We stop outside my room door, he hugs me grips my shoulder and says 'Be good'. I watch him walk away, and disappear into the elevator. Bumping my head against the door, I drag the room key into the slot.

On the bed, was all three of my children, & Colson. They were snugged close together, leaving me space to snug with them. I wrap my arms around all four of them, and felt an arm wrap back around me. It was Colsons.

Maybe it was just an unconscious squeeze?