As I looked over my outfit once last time before I headed out, a wave of emotions came over me. It was excitement; because it had been so long since I hung out for pleasure with adults, it was anxiousness; because there would be hot men there and for once I wasn't on "the job, center stage naked, it was fear; because there would be alcohol present and I would be surrounded amongst heavy drinking. I just hoped for the best and strength as I prepared to set on my way.
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All the girls dressed in their usual work clothes, holiday edition. I decided to go all out and dress as Santa's mistress. Sheer red stockings, sparkly red stiletto pumps, a thigh high red dress with white trimmings, and to top it off Santa's hat with the words: BIG DADDY sewn in big white letters across the top. Before entering, I coated my lips with a glob of lip gloss on top of my red lipstick, just for some extra shine. I had to admit, it wasn't often that I felt as good as I did this night. There was a sense of nervousness inside of me, because tonight I would be put to the ultimate test. Most of the girls were heavy drinkers and the the eggnog was bound to get the most tolerant of us filthy drunk. I had been abstaining from my drunken tendencies for some while now. Tonight could either make me or break me. Upon entering, a strong smell immediately wafted from the crowded house, marijuana smoke and as half naked women dressed as santa's naughty helpers scrambled by, I could smell the scent of alcohol on their breaths. However, a sense of confidence came about me and all at once I felt relieved, because I could do this. As long as I focused and avoided that eggnog. *** Time flew by. The party was live, everyone was wild, young, and free for this one night. As hours passed, a couple of the girls had convinced me to taste the eggnog. . .Before I knew it, a sip had turned into a cup, and one cup had turned into two, until eventually I gave al in and decided to let the spirit of the night take control of me. It was just one night and as an adult, Im capable of making these types of decisions. I could hold my liquor. At least that's what I had convinced myself. The next couple of events blurred together in an incohesive order: Ms.Forester called and warned that it was getting late and it was dangerous out there, also that her an Heaven had a nice night singing along with the orphanage kiddies (Heaven even shared her dollar I had given her earlier), in attempts to save the lack of food becoming apparent I called into the local radio station and requested Leon Van Dammit to play four large pepperoni pizza's to the Prada Subs, I somehow bruised my rib cage, lost a shoe, and forgot what the hell my name was. Good times. *** Noticing the time and the amount of ladies passed out and scattered across the now messy house, I decided to head home in the wee hours of the morning. I straggled along Quincy, through some alleys, and ended up near Brownstone Boulevard. The streets were dark and my body was cold. My teeth chattered and my frozen fingers and toes had seemed to have gone numb. I decided to take a sit, the responsible adult thing to do, you know, to regain myself before continuing on my journey home. I began to close my eyes, resting my heavy head on the cold asphalt of the windy streets of Brownstone Boulevard. Suddenly , the sun began to rise. It was rising faster then it had every risen before, and as it rose it began to get closer and closer towards me, only lighting it's path but nothing to far out. I squinted my eyes and rose before the sun to bask in its magnificence. screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech ! Pop ! My body jolted up in the air as my small body came into contact with the small Toyota. Realizing that the sun was merely the headlights of this small car, I rested my head on the cool hood after coming down with a hard thud. In complete astonishment and embarrassment I did not dare move or allow the pain to be apparent. Images of the night merged together in my mind, then sweet innocent images and memories my grandmother, intertwined with thoughts of my Heaven. I smiled and allowed salty tears to stream down my face, ticking at the tip of my nose. Interrupting my moment, a scraggly voice, filled with fear and shock brought me back to my current situations. "Oh my. . .m'am are you alright ?---Please, please allow me to take you to the hospital. . . Oh my, it was an accident, swear on the heavens !" Pulling my body up, wiping the tears from my eyes, and pushing the hair away from my face caused the dark figure of a person to become silent. I smiled and placed my shakings hands over there lips and let out a small chuckle. Although I had a ponding headache, I just wanted to make it home to my baby. The car hadn't been going fast enough to cause any major problems. The bruises would heal, the headache would seize, and my achy, sores bones would be pacified. "Please. just take me home." Giving the stranger directions to my home the best way I could, the mysterious person helped me to the car and followed my instructions. Even helped me up to my floor and explained the situation to Mrs.Forester. To in shock from my night, I was unaware of her reaction. I just know I ended up in my bed, wrapped in sheets, lying next to Heaven. Closing my eyes, drifting into an unconscious state, I thanked God for life and the opportunity for a second chance. I saw my grandmother as I flew into the sky for seconds that felt like hours tonight. She loved me and still had faith in me. My angel had knocked life into me, after almost knocking it out. I slept in peace, not regret. |
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