Broken Heart (Broken Heart #1) (2 page)

maybe even enhanced it, but I didn’t care, I wanted him to want me and I made sure I shook my ass until he did. 

His look was familiar to me; the same look my father used to give his mistresses when he dragged me along to the bars to meet them when I was a little girl. I shook my head to erase the thought.

His smile turned into a straight line as he stared at me oddly for a moment. I gave him a reassuring smirk, and he winked at me and signaled for me to get off of the bar. I turned around and kept

dancing with Stella, my hands sliding up and down the sides of her waist, pressing up against her inner thighs. He enjoyed the show as he bit his bottom lip with lust, then he laughed, and I reached

out for him. He held me by my waist, and my bare stomach grazed his body. Our eyes met as my body slid down his, slowly, as he dropped me gently to my feet. He shouted in my ear,

“Hey, I’m Paul.” 

“Jenesis!” I yelled back. 

“Want a drink?” he shouted over the loud music.

“Sure.” 

He handed me a drink that was lying on the bar, and my eyebrows raised as my lips puckered to the side. I shook my head and waved my pointer finger in his face back and forth, “No!” How the hell are you going to offer me a drink you picked up from the bar? 

“Whose drink is that?” I shouted. He shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and grabbed the nearest girl by the waist, starting to dance. I ignored him, turned around, and danced with someone else. 

We all danced by the bar as the bass of the music shook the bar stools. Stella kept ordering drinks as Ashley and Dina were making out with some jocks from the team near the back. I was drunk,

my vision blurry, and I could see the guys’ hands all over their bodies. The guy I was dancing with was grinding me from behind so hard I could feel his erection rising. I turned around, motioned

with my hand, and placed it towards my mouth telling him I wanted to get something to drink. He nodded his head, turned around, and walked away. I was trying to get a free drink, but so far, I was

batting a zero tonight. I walked over to the bar and grabbed a napkin, wiping the sweat that trickled down the sides of my forehead. 

“A glass of water, please,” I shouted to the bartender. Someone grabbed me by my waist. I turned, and I was shocked to see Paul the cheap ass grinding against me to the thumping of the bass. I felt disgusted that he even put his hands on me, and to my surprise, I reacted violently. I pushed him

against his chest with my hands as hard I could. He took two steps back, because I could hardly budge his strong physique, and I yelled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

He came straight at me as if he were attacking another guy. His blue eyes become dark and cold. His lips were tightly pressed together as he shook his head in disbelief as if I did something wrong.

“What did you say? Fuck you, bitch!” he yelled in my face as he lifted his middle finger up at me and smashed it against my nose. My drunken eyes crossed staring at his finger, and at the same

time, my heart dropped to my stomach with fear. He stood at close proximity to my face and now I could feel his hot, befuddled breath against my cheek. I was so scared I almost peed on myself.

His look pushed me over the edge. It was that expression my father used to give me when he was drunk, disoriented, and didn’t give a fuck if he hurt me or not. He stared at me as if to say, “Yeah,

say something now, bitch” then, exhaled and grunted like an animal. His friends ran over and grabbed him from behind to stop him from pounding me. He was so angry, he was puffing his

chest, and his hands were in a tight fist against his sides, and at one point, I could see that look in his eyes…he was about to lose control. I turned around quickly and walked away as fast as I could.

I heard him cursing at me. My heart was thrashing against my chest, and my hands shook as I turned around and watched his friends drag him away. Then, the bouncer took over and threw him

out of the bar. My eyes welled with tears as it became difficult for me to swallow without choking. I glanced over at Stella as I stood, shocked and afraid, holding my hand over my mouth, trying not

to fall apart. I didn’t expect such a ferocious reaction from him, but what was really unexpected, was my violent response towards him. 

“Jenesis, what happened?” Stella shouted over the music.

“Nothing…I think it’s time for me to go!” I shouted back. I never felt so embarrassed in my life, and he put his hands on me. I wanted to die. I walked out of the bar as all eyes were pinned on me again, now for all of the wrong reasons. Maybe I embarrassed him? Maybe I deserved it?

As we left the bar, the music ended abruptly. The night ended with a bang. Literally, the speakers blew out. I didn’t care, and I just wanted to leave. I walked out of the bar hesitantly, still feeling threatened and looking around, but he was nowhere to be found. I guess his friends drove him

home or put him in a cab. I was shit-faced, embarrassed, and horrified at what just happened and I could barely keep my composure. I kept holding in the lump in my throat, and I could feel at any moment I was going to burst into tears. Stella hailed a cab for me,

“Jenesis, come on, get in. Look, don’t worry about that dimpled cheap-ass, he’s a dick!” She opened the door for me, and I slid in. My head was spinning, and my stomach was wincing. “Look, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to hang for a little while longer. I sort of met a guy; he’s

really cute, you know. Is that okay…I mean I can ask him to take us home?” She shoved a twenty-dollar bill in my hand. The last thing I wanted to do was go in a car with a stranger. I shook my

head as the lump in my throat intensified. “Happy Birthday, Jen,” she whispered as she shut the cab door and walked away. 

I shook my head in disbelief. How could they leave me alone like this? I could barely walk. I gave the cabby my address as the cab driver stared at me through the rear view mirror. I tried to avoid eye contact but I could feel his piercing stare. At one point, I gave him such a dirty look that he

turned on the radio and began to hum to any tune he heard. As he looked through the rear view mirror once more, he started to pick up speed. He noticed the frantic look on my face and started

driving faster, like a freaking maniac. I sat back against the seat, put my seat belt on, and didn’t once glance at the rear view mirror. We finally drove up to the dorm building. It wasn’t that late,

but no one seemed to be outside on the campus grounds. I was hoping to God I wouldn’t run into that asshole from the bar. I was in no shape to deal with him, and to be quite honest…I was afraid

of him. The cab driver stepped on the brakes abruptly, “Ten dollars.” He turned his head glaring at me. I handed him the twenty-dollar bill and he snatched it out of my hand. 

“I don’t have change,” he grumbled with a smirk. 

“Keep it,” I said slurring my words and rolling my eyes into my head.

I tried unlocking the door, but I kept pressing the window button, my eyes were seeing double and my liquor-fogged brain couldn’t get the message I wanted to get across. The cabby pressed the unlock button,

“Slow up on the drinking, kid.” he said softly. I ignored him and I got out of the cab and slammed the door extra hard. His tires screeched as he took off leaving a massive dust cloud behind. I flipped him off, and then stumbled inside the building. I was dizzy, really dizzy. 

I had an earthquake rattling in my head as I walked up the stairs and down the hallway. I searched for my dorm room and recognized my name written on construction paper with gold and silver glitter on the door. Vivian’s name was also there in red glitter…why do college kids do that? It’s

so elementary school. Nevertheless, I guess it served the purpose for someone who was drunk off of his or her ass like me, and couldn’t find the room.

I scrambled for the keys in my purse. First, my purse fell on the floor then my keys. I hate these tiny pocket books, nothing fits. Who invented this shit? I motioned to turn the doorknob, feeling dizzy and exhausted. The door was already open. I pushed it open a little more with my hand, and

then with my Air Maxes, I jumped back as I entered, placing my arm across my chest and dropping my tiny purse on the floor, again. 

“Jesus!” I shouted.

“Happy Birthday, Jen!” Vivian yelled as she extended her arms to give me a tight bear hug. I reached out to her after I caught my breath from having a miniature heart attack.

“I knew you would come!” I shouted. “Are these for me?” I pointed to the white orchids on the bed. Vivian nodded her head. 

“You should’ve come downtown tonight with me and the girls. I met this guy, he had dimples but he…” I went to grab the white orchids that lay on the bed, and I fell face first right next to them.

“Aren’t these your favorite?” Vivian’s nose turned up as her forehead crinkled. She seemed confused.

“Yeah, I like them. I mean…I love them. Thank you.” 

“Jesus, Jenesis, you’re fucked up…what did you drink?” Vivian laughed then turned her back on me to close the door. “So, tell me about this guy?”

“Pickle back shots…fireballs…Nothing to tell…How’s Danny? And

I drank some cosmos.” I said giggling as I sat up sliding my arms resting on my elbows trying to balance myself on the bed.

“Danny, Oh, we broke up, you know the…on again…off again relationship we have, now back to you…fireballs? Are you fucking crazy? Pickle backs? Did you want to die tonight? Who’s this

guy? Jenesis, you haven’t dated anyone since you’ve been at Penn State?” she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You know, you need to get laid,

Jenesis, stop pushing every guy you meet away,” she said jokingly as she shook her head and laughed at me.

“I have too dated…I dated Steven for a week and Glenn for a month, then Josh for three months, Roberto for two weeks…remember him? I guess I haven’t found Mr. Right.” My speech was

slurred, and I busted out laughing, rolling over in bed landing on my back with my legs spread open in the air. 

“There’s no such thing as Mr. Right, Jen. Get it through your thick head. YOU NEED TO GET LAID! And take a cold shower; you’re fucking bonkers right now! I have to go, happy birthday, baby. The clock will strike twelve in a few, and then it’ll all be over. I’ll see you tomorrow for

your post birthday breakfast?” she said as she gave me a kiss on my cheek and started to walk towards the door.

“Yeah, yeah, remember, I’m a hopeless romantic…I believe in love, see you tomorrow!” I shouted still lying on my back and splitting my legs open in the air as she headed for the door. 

“I believe in a good lay! Try it, you might like it!” she yelled as she walked out the door.

I looked over at the flowers as I sat up plastered on the edge of the bed feeling giddy but ashamed. I leaned back on my elbows and slowly lifted the flowers to my nose. I couldn’t smell anything.

Cheap flowers, I thought to myself. I dropped the flowers to the side of the bed, when suddenly my head started to spin. I had a permanent drunken smirk on my face. I could smell the six cosmos

I swallowed at the bar on my parched lips. Suddenly, I had an uneasy feeling and felt a chill radiate up my spine. My hands grew clammy, a strange, unnerving feeling of disaster penetrating deeply

in my soul. I could feel my insides tightening in the pit of my stomach. My legs trembled and something felt wrong, very wrong. 

I looked over at the alarm clock. It was eleven forty-five. I slowly lifted myself up from the bed and stumbled towards the door. I opened it slowly and walked down the hallway, swaying back

and forth, trying to slide cautiously against the hallway walls over to the bathroom. My head was spinning in a three hundred and sixty degree tornado. I pushed open the bathroom stall with my

foot and leaned over the porcelain throne and, in a second, the rumble in my stomach took over and reached my throat as the hot liquid of cosmos scattered all over the floor, missing the bowl

completely, disseminating into a pond on the floor. Ohhh! My head was pounding like a hammer. The pressure built up in my stomach, up to my chest then, up to my throat and made me topple

over as I gagged. I held on to the bowl this time, placing my face directly in the hole. I gagged and gagged until every bit of liquid evil and peanuts emptied out of me. I sat deflated against the stall

holding my head in my hand. “Jesus, Jenesis! This is the drunkest you’ve ever been! Do you like it? Do you like feeling this way?” I mumbled to myself. 

“Hey, you okay in there?” I heard a voice say from outside the stall. I guess she heard me mumbling and the projectile vomiting.

“I’m okay…thanks,” I answered trying to catch my breath wiping my mouth with my hand. 

I could hear the water running in the sink. It clinked and clanked as the water popped out in spurts from the faucet. The hand dryer blew a hard and deafening sound to my ears. Why does that have to be so loud! It was only on for a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity as it pierced through

my ears. I could feel a cool breeze entering from the hallway as the voice exited the front door of the bathroom.