Blog Everyday in February: A Story

Cecelia didn’t know what to do. She felt like she had messed the whole night up because of her drunken antics and her bottom lip trembled in worry. Sandra let out a puff of air and glanced at Cecelia, immediately frowning,

“What the f*ck are you upset about now?”

Sh*t. Cecelia didn’t mean for this happen. She felt the overwhelming feeling she got when she was about to cry and she could feel the tears already threatening to leak out. Covering her mouth with her hand she let out a muffled sorry before quickly exiting the same way that Lisa went.

Barrelling herself out of the exit she didn’t look where she was going and was unexpectedly hit by the cold air, goosebumps quickly rising on her arms. She kept up a quick jog before stopping in the middle of the square, the tears fully pouring down her face now and sobs wracking her entire body. She hung her head, hunching over slightly to place her hands on her knees letting out small whimpers as she tried to calm herself down.

She hated when this happened. She hated when she had too much to drink because she thought it would make her problems go away. Instead, it didn’t – it seemed to make her remember them and what’s more, intensify them. She didn’t want to admit it but Jacob had messed her up badly. The fact that he had texted her the night she had arrived in Croatia didn’t help matters and the message had been on her mind ever since. Cecelia just couldn’t handle it anymore – she didn’t want to be a mess because of one simple guy but there she was in the middle of some square in Croatia crying her eyes out because of him. On top of that her friends were probably annoyed with her because of the amount of crying she had done that evening.

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Suddenly feeling exhausted, she collapsed onto the floor and curled up into a ball. Maybe if she stayed there, everything would go away. Her eyes fluttered shut and trying to ignore the cold she tried to sing a happy tune,

“I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine…” she mumbled, humming the rest of the line, “… Do what you want but you’re never gonna break me…”

“Hey, shorty.”

Cecelia’s eyes flew open. She stopped breathing momentarily and chanced a glance upward. Looking down at her with an amused look on his face was a guy. Cecelia immediately felt her cheeks start to heat up in embarrassment but before she could say anything, he was already crouching beside her,

“You alright there?” he asked, softly, brushing a stray hair from her face. Cecelia didn’t know what to say or think. She probably looked like one of those fishes out of water, right about now. Instead, she just stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. She could feel herself automatically pulling her legs in, wanting to shut him out. He was watching her now, a small smirk gracing his lips. Cecelia instinctively licked her own, her throat felt really dry all of a sudden,

“Uhm, I’m fine,” she managed to croak out,

“Don’t think you are, babe. I saw you rush out of the bar earlier,” he said matter-of-factly, now settling for a crossed leg position in front of her. How embarrassing, Cecelia thought, “Wanna talk about it?”

“No,” she immediately snapped, a small scowl settling on her face,

“Alright! Alright! Chill, babe,” he said, raising his hands in defense, “Just wanna sit here then?” Cecelia could only nod a little, eventually lifting her head off the floor and sitting in an upright position. Swiping a hand across her eyes, she thanked the gods that she didn’t wear make-up that night. Guaranteed she would look more of a hot mess than she already did. Sniffling, she glanced shyly at the guy who was watching her intently,

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“What are you looking at?” she asked, her hand padding her face, wondering if there was something stuck there. He had the grace to look away abashed,

“Nothing, nothing,” he mumbled, “Say… there’s a Burger King just around the corner. Wanna get out of the cold?” Cecelia knew she shouldn’t really leave her friends but she found this guy to be so compelling. Besides, her friends probably didn’t want her around right now. The guy quickly stood up and held a hand out for her to grab onto. You know, she didn’t even catch his name –  but she was okay with that.

This story is a piece of fiction. More of my writing can be found here
This post is also part of ‘Blog Everyday in February’. See more here »
My best friend, Mutay, bought me a Wreck This Journal so check back next week for ‘Wreck This Journal Wednesday’.

2 Comments

  1. February 2, 2014 / 7:03 pm

    Wow, this is a good idea, I never thought to write a story as a blog post. I don’t know if I would put up a story as a blog post or an article though.

    • February 2, 2014 / 9:46 pm

      Thanks! Always looking to try something new on my blog. You should do what you think would be good for yours. 😀

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