PARADISE//mitchel cave

chapter two

  "What do you want?" I practically yelled into the phone, angry at the fact he was ruining my night. "I just wanted to talk to you," I could tell he was drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have called me. To be fair, I was drunk too. And a little high. Why did I even answer?

"Go to sleep, Jake." I sighed into the phone. "Where are you baby?" I cringed at the pet name. My brain was spinning and I couldn't even focus on what he was saying.

"I'm just with Sierra," I tried to avoid telling him where I really was. "Is that music?" Jake began to realize.

"Are you at a party?" His voice grew angry. "What the fuck are you doing out with other people?" He screamed angrily. I hated him, even when I was drunk I still knew I hated him. My own anger grew and my intoxicated thoughts took away my ability to control what I was saying. "Having a good time you asshole! You don't have the right to be angry." I tried to refrain from being too loud but my anger was increasing. He shouted back maliciously. "You're such a whore. I bet you're looking for a guy to fuck. I bet you're trying to get over me. It's not gonna work, you know? If anything you'll miss me more. No one is ever going to know you like I do, touch you like I did, love you like I do." I tried not to let his words affect me, but they did nonetheless. They cut deep.

I felt my cheeks burning, a sign that I was about to cry. "Fuck you, Jake. You need to stop fucking calling me, okay?!" I had angry tears in my eyes. I tried not to let them fall. "I can't believe I ever got with a slut like you." He angrily spat before hanging up the phone.

I wanted to scream.

I turned and saw Mitchel right in front of me, a shocked look on his face. I sighed, closing my eyes, hoping this would all go away. "How much did you hear?" I wiped my eyes, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill over. "Not too much," He simply answered, obviously the fun mood from earlier was gone. I was surprised he followed me instead of just moving on and finding another girl to have on his arm for the night.

"Can I get you anything?"

He gave a small smile that I appreciated. All of the toxins in my system caught up with me. My vision was blurred and my mind couldn't coordinate with my limbs.

I knew I was in no place to be making any decisions or I'd end up doing something stupid. But at the same time I couldn't control myself and slurred out a response. "Another drink?"

Mitchel stopped me from going to the bar. "I don't think you need anymore to drink love."

Oh, please tell me he's not gonna try and be some nice guy who saves the drunk girl.

"I'm fine, I don't need some guy trying to look out for me." I tried to brush him off. "I'm just trying to be nice, I heard you on the phone with your boyfriend." He tried to resonate with me, but only further pissed me off. I scoffed, "He's not my fucking boyfriend." I spat out with a strong attitude. Bringing up Jake sent me over the edge. My cheeks were heating up and I felt the flush of alcohol in my face. I hated hearing the word boyfriend when talking about Jake. Mitchel put his hands up, claiming innocence. "Even so, you're clearly not sober and you shouldn't be making these decisions on your own. Should I maybe go get your friend or something?" Can he not just fuck off?

I grabbed my purse and stormed out of the crowded room, I'd just go somewhere else for a drink.

I was in some unfamiliar hallway, and I regretted not paying attention to how we got to this room. Stupid, pretty boy distracting me from paying attention. I kept walking, or stumbling, attempting to get as far away from there as possible. It felt like I had been walking for hours but I could still hear the music from the after party.