THE NIGHT FIGHT

"Shon, it's alright. I'll find my way home." I say this to him when he starts walking to the car. I don't need this jerk's sympathy at all. If I have to walk all the way home, then I will.

"But miss..." I raise my hand at him, shutting him up, and I walk towards the gate without another word. I walk out of the gate and onto the almost clear road.

I thank God for the street lights; otherwise, I don't want to imagine walking in this silence and in darkness too. I stand for a couple of minutes without the luck of a cab or any damn thing that can take me to my lonely house. I should have snuggled under my duvets instead of wasting my precious time coming here. Better still, I should have just watched "If loving you is wrong" with the accompaniment of a jar of coffee. Maybe I would have learned a thing or two about how to deal with this stupid love. I hail the nearing cab feeling so glad that finally, after ages of waiting in the damn cold, I am lucky, but it seems like luck isn't still on my side. The stupid monkey driving it does not even bother to stoop. He drives past me like I am a ghost that he needs to really speed off from. Damn that jerk!

Can someone remind me to get my own car, please? Jeez!

I tap my foot angrily on the ground and start walking. As if I can really make it to my house! But what other choice do I have? I don't even regret refusing his freaking offer. He can go fuck his freaking cars for all I care! How dare he try to act concerned after humiliating me that way? I keep walking, fear creeping in with every single step. What if I really don't get a cab? Or a motorcycle? Where the heck are these freaking night runners, huh?

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice a car behind me until it made a stop in front of me. I stop in my tracks because it's not a cab. A very cold shiver runs down my spine. What if they are goons, kidnappers, or just this other dangerous hunter? Oh dear, God! I know I was stupid enough to refuse his ride at this time, but please, don't let my pride be my end! Despite my brokenness, I still have a lot of things to live for. My sister still needs me. Music is not music without Gia Wilson. And I still haven’t found out what exactly happened to my father. Spare me a deal, Lord!

The driver's door opens, and I take a step back. I was about to take another one, but I stopped when my eyes caught sight of the driver. I release a sigh, despite the fury boiling in me. "Do you have a death wish tonight?" My knight, in shining armor, fires at me, slamming the door while making his way towards me.

If I were the real Gia Wilson, I would have stopped to get a grip on his beautiful features shining under the street lights, but not today. Just not today. Today was the highlight of his letdown and humiliation. "Maybe the same way you have a vow to annoy the hell out of me tonight, Mr. Moore. Did I ask you to follow me?" I snap.

He shakes his head so flatly. "Get inside!" He says, turning to get in behind the wheel. He must think that I am so desperate for his help, which is not the case.

"I am not a charity case, don't you get it?" I stop him.

He turns around, starting towards me. I don’t move. "If you know me well, you should have known that I was not requesting it. Get inside!"

Can someone slap this jerk for me? Who does he think he is? And why does he seem like he is about to murder someone? I look behind my shoulder, thinking that he is probably staring at someone other than me, but it's just the two of us on this clear road. Don't tell me this murderous look is meant for me. "Look..."

"Get. Inside!" Jeez! He doesn't have to be such an idiot!

I swallow my pride, first. I know there is no way I can make it home just by walking, and second, because I am scared of this jerk and of the night too! I don't want to suffer the wrath of his anger. I reach for the backseat door, but he grabs my hand roughly, pulling me to the front side. He is holding the door wide open for me, so I just slide inside, making myself as comfortable as possible. He slams the door shut, making me almost jump from the seat. I mentally roll my eyes, avoiding looking in his direction as he settles behind the wheel. Does he have to let his anger out on the innocent car?

He orders me to put on the safety belt, which I do, and he starts the engine, speeding like he is in a safari rally competition. With the speed he is driving at, I think he is the one with a death wish. "Can you slow down a bit? I still have to find my prince charming before I die." I scream.

He throws me a dangerous glance, and instead of slowing down, he accelerates. I don't want to see my death. So I close my eyes and rest my back on the seat. All I can hope for is that we arrive at my apartment safe and sound.

I jump out when he roughly pulls up, letting me know that we have arrived at my place. I don't say anything before I jump out. No, thank you. No goodnight. No goodbye. I don't even look at him. Before I can walk to the gate, something at the north, just a cross of the road, catches my attention. "THE ACIENDA BAR AND GRILL." I stop.

This night is definitely not a normal one. I have always hated bars. I have never set foot in any bar the whole of my life. I hate alcohol. I detest people who take alcohol. Well, aside from one, because he gives me some tickling sensations when he is tipsy. He never gets drunk, by the way. Just a glass or two when he wants to arouse that freaking funny side of him.

Argh! Enough of that jerk already.

I heard that alcohol makes you forget things, whatever they are. Well, tonight I need to forget. I want to forget all about this love, all about him, and all about that thing he did to me tonight. I want to lose myself tonight.

Without even knowing it, I find myself crossing the small road with heavy steps following behind me. He pulls me roughly, turning me to him. What the hell with this guy! "Where do you think you are going?"

I don't get him. What does he care? Besides, wasn't he in such a hurry that he couldn't slow down when I asked him to? I thought he had something urgently important to attend to. I yank myself away from him. "It's none of your business, so fuck off, Deep!" Even the security guards had to come and see who the crazy couple fighting at their gate were.

"Will you stop this madness, Gia? Have you ever tasted alcohol?" He asks.

"I am starting tonight. Don't tell me you have a problem with that too. Don't pretend to care as well!" I snap back.

"It doesn't matter, but I won't allow you to go through that gate." He says.

What? Another order? "Watch me!" I dare him, forgetting that he is a daredevil.

I turn to leave, but I feel his strong arm on my wrist. I try to free myself, but who am I compared to this giant, huh? "Look here, you jerk! You have important things to take care of, and I have very disturbing things that I need to forget. Let's do each other a favor and go our separate ways as early as now. Now let go!" I plead because force is not working here.