COLD REVENGE'S
Part 45's. Party 2's
A party full of beautiful girls. Drinks circulate freely, I get acquainted with many people, glad that in a moment I might be able to throw one of Herron's children into prison making me too happy and spending too many glasses of sweet cocktails.
"Don't drink anymore." He put another cocktail glass that I was about to take from a passing waiter.
"Marrel." But I took it again.
"How many glasses are you?"
"It's just a coktail." He grimaced at my reasoning, yes it was still intoxicating even cocktails, the contents were still alcohol as well.
"You've been tipsy. Let's go home, you work tomorrow." I still had time to spend the last gulp as he dragged my hand.
"You're a Colin's fun-killer." I was told to go home. Plunge myself in the car seat. It's okay a little longer.
"You'll be scolded by your boss if you don't concentrate on work."
"I'm sleepy."
"Sleep, I'll wake you up."
"Sorry to trouble you. I don't have anyone else to bother with usually." I found pleasure leaning on him. I'm being tipsy, I can blame this on the alcohol I drink.
"No, you're gonna be okay. If you need help, you can call me."
"You're so nice. Want to be my date?"
"No, Miss is drunk." He could still laugh answering that half-conscious question.
"Well, maybe there's a time for each of us. Once you manage to take care of Dench and put Herron's son in jail leave this past story."
"There's still someone else I have to take care of."
"Who else do you have to take care of."
"Detective Cohen, the man who put my father in prison with cocaine, I need to clear my father's name. My journey is long." I speak well.
"Why do you have to solve everything yourself."
"My mom and dad only have me. I don't have a sister, I have to do it myself. What do you think I can do? Who helped me. I have to be alone. Sometimes I want someone to walk with, of course, but I don't think anyone wants to be with me. Who would have expected his life to be so complicated... I had no one with me, I was just stepping on my own from the beginning.even my dead father told me to forget my grudge. But I can't of course. I can't..." Now I'm crying sob. "I also want to run sometimes, but I can't, I can't imagine how much my Dad and my mom suffered because of them, so I can't stop even if I want to...." I kept talking while crying, half of which felt very sleepy. It's because of the sara of most coktail glasses.
"Patience, achieving your goals is not easy." He embraced my shoulders, encouraging me like his close friend.
"It was you who encouraged me, .. thank you. I sometimes just pretend to be strong, if people don't exist I'll cry myself." Now I laugh and cry at the same time. "Funny isn't..."
"There's no harm in cupping, everyone needs it. You will not become weak because of it, what makes you lose and weak is when you cry in front of your enemy. That's not a thing at all." He added while patting my shoulder. I think tomorrow I'll forget this . It's okay last night to blow everything away. He's not my enemy, but my friend.
"Yes you're right, I can't lose in front of my enemies.
I don't know what else I'm talking about under the influence of that alcohol.
The next day I woke up and felt dizzy. Your memory is faint, I think something happened, but I can't remember.