The Wish (Completed)

Chapter 18: Food Cures all Wounds

Fuming, I don't even bother to look for Chenelle and Jacob. She left me alone, I'll leave them alone too. Pushing through the crowd, not caring about these people, I take a drink from some random girl's hand and chug it. If they want to pick a fight, then so be it. Bring it the fuck on.

I'm so pissed. To think I actually loved that bastard. I was right, he used me for one thing, while he had a girlfriend! I was okay with just having sex, it's still wrong of me to think that way. But this is my life. I can do whatever the hell pleases me. At the time it was Jason. If I had known he had a girlfriend, this would have never happened. Makes me sick, what a disloyal bastard he is.

People are rubbing up on me, I'm no longer in the mood. I came here to forget somebody, who ended up being present. Exiting the VIP, I remember that I don't have my cell phone. So many people block my way, I push past them.

Uncontrollably sweaty, my hair is no longer straight, it's a curly, frizzy mess. Stomping past everyone, I order two more shots. I'm ready to feel nothing. I've never felt numb before. Once the contents are poured into my gut, the soar feeling takes over, feeling queasy. My vision blurred, can't see straight, grasping onto people's shirts, I finally get out into open air.

The onyx sky provides no light due to the moon and stars that are clouded over. A cool breeze hits my sweaty skin, chilling my body. I feel bad because I don't know what happen to Gavin. It makes me want to cry. Ever since he met me, I've put him through nothing but trouble.

The high heels I'm wearing click against the sidewalk, echoing about, barely holding my drunken state. I don't see Dusty anywhere, as I glance from side to side. I do see John. Jason's personal driver, standing in front of the Mercedes, or at least I think it's him. Waving my hands above my head as if I need help, to get his attention.

Speed walking, "John! John! Over here! I'm open! Open sesame!" I yell for all to hear. I run over to him, I cross the street, not looking both ways, each click getting louder as my weight presses down on the heels of my stilettos.

Unfortunately, the heel of my left foot snaps, and I trip, skidding across the pavement. A vehicle speeds down the road and swerves past me, blaring their horn out of anger. Head lights blind me, driving my drunkenness to new heights. They don't stop, just continue on at high speeds.

John rushes over, crouched down in front of me, helping me to my feet. "Please Ms. Jones, be careful! Let me take you to your hotel." I'm not going to argue with him. As long as Jason is nowhere near me, I will be fine.

My feet hurt, the hotel is a long distance away. I'd have to remove my shoes and walk barefoot. No way am I doing that! There could be glass, needles, used condoms, ew who knows what is out here. "Wheel if-f-f-a- yews insi-s-s-t-a John-ny boi." My legs give out and I fall to my knees.

John tries to pull me up, but I just stay seated, protesting to move. He lets go of my forearm and I lay down completely on my back. "Di-i-i-d yew see that ass-hole tat almost ran me over? He, he-he he, was an even big-ger asshole than that Jason douchehole."

"Forget him, pr-tity, you're a very pr-tity man John, John-ny Depp. Ohh he is so-o-o hot, want to touch the hiney! Awhooo who! How do you like my Adam Sandler imp-prisonment? Tat's zee word right? Yes it tis. Anyway, yew know, Bi-ll-y-y Madison."

I hear John talking but I can't understand what is being said. "John. John. John! Speak English! All I hear is blah blah blah. And then more, blah blah blah. You sound like my mother! Are you my mommy John?"

"Jesus Christ! She's a fucking mess if I've ever seen one." I know that voice, that hum that I love, well, loved so much. "Baby, how much did you drink? Sydney! Answer me please. How much did you drink?" I can't respond, so gone. "Fuck! This is all my fault." That's the last thing I hear before the darkness takes over.