Fero

Okay.. I'm not an impulsive person, but damn it. I need it. The alcohol and the strong explosion of anger and resentment because I just found out my boyfriend now ex-boyfriend cheated on me with 3 girls. Ha! What a piece of garbage! Flushed face, slurry words, that is my situation right fucking now. hmm.. when's the last time I every gotten this far drunk off?..nevaurr!! Since I'm being impulsive.. I fish out my phone in my purse, fumbling it till I found the number that's been on my drunk ass mind. Xavier. My Nemesis and a pain in the ass since we we're elementary. I hit the dial button. " Hallo?, Hallo?" " It's the middle of the night, mia cara. Pray, tell me why'd you call me at this hour?". his voice hoarse from sleep? or something else? hmm... "Soooo? whaaat?" "It's seems you are drunk, this is unusual of you", I hear rustling of a blanket and footstep on the other side of the phone. "Fewtch meeee!" Few hours later I feel a warm callous hand brush my cheeks from where I am slumped in a table. " You drank too much, mia cara". "Who care'ssss?, can't ya jest bring me home" whine like a petulant child, must be the alcohol's doing. He didn't hesitate, carrying me in his arms in a bridal carry way. "You better pray, you won't regret this and remember it".