Chapter 61

***Chrissy***

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“One more shot and I'm fucking wasted y'all!”
Ellen tells us swaying to the music in the background, it's jazz and pop inter switching. Molly doesn't know that Dayle is coming to pick me up and good thing that she already called her chauffeur, she's wasted.
“Elle, this is bad news! I'm fucking high!” I tell her, I'm tipsy as hell—we both are. “Did you call Dad?” I ask her moving my head to the rhythm of the song that's playing loud. The hall is bustling and full of life, the disco bulbs glimmering and illuminating the large hall.
“Are you fucking serious?! I can't call my Dad, he thinks I'm at your house! Max is...” she pulls out her phone from her purse to take a glimpse. “...he’ll be here in five minutes!” she says to me returning her cell. “Should we grab one last one? Say yes! Say yes!” Ellen cheers me on knowing that I won't say yes. I mean, I'm gonna pass out if care isn't taken.
“Okay! Okay!!” we clink our glasses before we neck down the tequila... Fuck, it's too strong. Molly is bad news. She's doing off on the couch. Some men had cone to keep us company but we lied that our boyfriends had gone to use the restroom. They don't believe but we didn't entertain them either. I curse the moment I agreed to this dumbass idea. I was the one who opted it in the first place.
“Who's coming to her ya? Egan or—”
“My brother is...” I snap before she completes her statement. She smiles at me, now, she's grinning widely. Under the influence of tequila. Such detriment. My phone alerts me. I take a look.
*Do I need to get you? I'm outside!*
Dayle texts me. I turn to Ellen immediately.
“Dayle is here! I can't—”
“Go ahead, we'll be fine!” Ellen says but she's dozing off bit by bit. It's a bad idea to leave them by themselves even if I'm on the brink of passing out. I take my phone to text Dayle.
*I need...*
My eyes starts to close. I'm seeing double visions of someone standing over us—where we are seated. I'm too weak to move an inch but I'm fighting to keep awake. I can do this, I tell myself.
“What... What do you want? Who are you?” I ask the staunch man who's probably in his early twenties. He's average height, slim and nicely tucked in denim jacket and jeans. He sits next to me and starts to caress my thighs and arms.
“I'm not gonna hurt you!” he whispers and I protest but he's pinning me down to be submissive. “You shouldn't be alone, princess!” he gives me that flirty fuck boy smile. His hand is reaching my inner thigh and the smell of booze coming from his mouth is a turn off, it's disgusting. He's drunk. I'm grappling bit it's impossible to free up.
“Get the fuck off, she's with me!”
I hear someone’s voice, that us Dayle. He's come to rescue me. Fuck! He’d be mad at me forever. “Didn't you hear me, she's not alone!” Dayle jerks the man from his neck tossing him to the other side, the man staggers away. Dayle rushes to me, touching my face and arms to know if I'm doing well. Realizing that Dayle saw the whole thing breaks my heart into the tiniest pieces. Fuck me, I'm fucked up
“Are you okay? Did he touch you? Kiss you? Did he attempt to—” he asks and I cut him off
“I'm... I'm fine!” I tell him calmly. He gapes at Ellen and Molly before he stares back at me.
“Really?” he asks with a disappointed case and doesn't say a word again. He takes Elle’s phone and dials someone and likewise Molly. Molly is deep into sleep, I wonder what could have happened if Dayle didn't show up.
It doesn't take a minute, Max strides in scurrying. He looks displeased too. They exchange a few words with Dayle before he takes Ellen with him, arm in arm walking off, she's constantly missing her steps but he copes.
I sit up to rise but his eyes instructs me to sit back down, who am I to decline? I drop on the seat like a bag of load. My eyes are closing yet I'm trying to stay up in the best way I can. Dayle paces back and front staring at me, he's angry. I know that. I have a lot of explaining to do.
I look away and that's the moment my eyes jam. Sleep draws in.

*
The thing I remember is being carried like a new bride into the car, we're both sitting without a word. I wipe my temples lightly for a clearer view, we are somewhere on the road. Fuck! For how long have I slept? He didn't even wake me up. Then I realize that his jacket is over my upper body as a cover because the weather is somewhat cold.
“Dayle! Dayle, I'm...” I sigh but he's bit looking at me, rather he's smoking a cigarette. I adjust on the seat reaching for my cellphone that's on the dashboard. He grabs it and tosses it to the backseat. Gosh! I hate this treatment from Dayle. I need to know what the time is.
“Dayle, I'm really sorry about earlier. We over drank—”
“Just let me know if you're fit for us to go home!” he coldly cuts me off and I swallow up. He continues to smoke his cigar before a message comes in. He glances at it and then drips it on the dashboard, he starts the car before crushing the cigar that is halfway exhausted. He starts driving the car. In such as I hate the smell of the cigar that has now encumbered the atmosphere, it's nothing compared to the shitty state he found me in. Vulnerable and drunk.
“Dayle, please talk to me!” I inquire of him but he purposefully falls on deaf ears rendering my plea void and aimless. I place my hand on his thigh but he ignores.
“Don’t... Touch me. I'm trying to focus!” he tells me sternly and so I take off my hand without a word.
When we arrive the mansion, he turns to me.
“I'll just let Dom know that you are t feeling too well except if you have a better—”
“It's fine! Thanks!” I tell him calmly and he gives me a sad smile. Every reaction from him is deteriorating my mind, I feel worse than a murderer with a conscience. He reaches for my cell phone and hands to me before he steps out of the car first and comes to my side of the car. He opens it and lifts me up like a child while I wrap my arm around him as we head in. He instructs one of the security to park the car and to send in his stuff from the car.
Dom is waiting in the living room, the streaks of worry is all over his face. He approaches us instantly. My heart starts racing faster.
“Dayle, what happened? Its past 10 pm... Your parents are worries sick—”
“She took I'll... Fever... Cramps, too. Had to swing by the nearest pharmacy!”
Dom rubbed his face across with a sigh. “Is she okay?” he asks in that deep tone of his.
“She'll be! Thanks and good night!” Dayle tells him without struggle.
“Alright big guy, I'm proud of you. Thanks!” he says to Dom as Dayle furthers with me onto the stairway. He's so string to have carried me all the way to my room. I'm spoechless and concerned.
He places me gently on the bed, slowing taking off my heels before he shoves the thick sheets over my body—at least to my chest. He sits next to me, he closes and opens his eyes with my hand in his. He scoffs without a word. He rubs my forehead slightly before placing a kiss on it. He has a lot to tell me but he isn't speaking which breaks my walls the more. The silence is something I can not bare, I would rather he vents to me.
“Dayle—” I attempt to speak but then he interrupts me. Again.
“Nina would come around before she leaves, just in case I'm missing out on something that I haven't done! You're kinda running a temperature!” he rises to leave, I grab his arm not to leave. “I'll come by to check up on you much later.” he adds and I nod lightly before taking off my hands.
“Thank you!” I say to him only to get a sad smile from him in return.

I watch him leave, raking his ruffled hair. At this juncture, I'm the one who's lost for words to say to him. I was careless and carefree to have taken down so much alcohol knowing fully well that I'm not so good at drinking. I drink on few occasions but this is too much and now I feel sick.
“Will Dayle get over the anger that he's feeling?!” I ask myself.