Drunk In Love (Hessa)

11

"Hardin, please... Leave. I'm tired and I don't want to hear anything."

"Tess, look, I'm sorry. I know I'm an asshole. Open the door and I'll answer at your questions. I promise."

"Hardin, just leave! I don't need your explanations. We're nothing."

"Tess, please!" He knocks at the door hard. He's going to wake up my neighbors if he keeps knocking in this way.

"Leave! You are going to wake up the entire building. Your Candy is waiting for you."

"I'm not leaving. And that girl means nothing to me. I don't give a fuck about your neighbors. I just want to talk."

"We don't have anything to talk, Hardin."

"Tessa, open this fucking door!" He hits the door and I wince. Shit. "If you're not going to open this door, I'll break it. And I'm not kidding!"

Well, I believe him. I know he's able to break the door, so I'm not playing. I walk to the door and I unlock it. Exactly in that moment, he wanted to hit the door. I move away, letting him in. he comes in and I close the door. He walks to the couch and he sits down.

"Can you wait a few minutes until I'll change my clothes?"

"If I can watch, I don't mind."

"Don't make me regret that I opened the door."

"I was joking. Go, I will wait you here. I promise to not come in your room."

"If you dare to come in my room, I'll call the police and I will tell them that you wanted to abuse me."

"I won't. Now, go! You have four minutes left. If you're not done in time, I will really come in your room."

"Asswipe!"

I walk in my room and I quickly put on some leggings and a t-shirt. I take a wet wipe and I take off my make-up, then I put my hair in a bun. As I'm done, I go back to Hardin and I sit on the armchair.

"You know, I don't eat people."

"The distance is good for us." I smile. "So?"

"So what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"I thought you wanted something from me. But I want to know more about you, as you want to know more about me."

"After what happened tonight, I don't know what to say... You say you want me, but you come to your family party with another girl. You left her alone for me and we almost had sex in your parents' house. But thank God, you father came in."

"Actually, that was my apartment. I forgot to lock the door. Else I were able to have you." He interrupts me.

"Don't interrupt me." I look at him. "Then you drove me home and everything seemed to be fine, until I asked you an uncomfortable question. And then, you want to break the door. How do you think I would want to be with you when you have a bipolar behavior?"

"Look, I can change for you. I really like to be around you. And now, I will answer at every question you ask me. I promise!"

"Anything?"

"Anything. But I also want you to answer at my questions as well."

"Good. Then I want you to answer at my question. Why your sister hates you?"

"She lost a few of her friends before. I wanted them just for sex. They were falling in love with me, while I was just using them. And as I were breaking their heart, they stopped talking with Lexie. I never felt something more for Lexie's friends, until you..."

"Oh..." So, he really likes me. "Now, may I know what your tattoos means?"

"Before to answer this question, I need you to do something in exchange."

"Okay. I'm listening."

"With every question you have to come closer to me. Is that okay for you?"

"Yeah, now... what's the thing with your tattoos?" I get up from the armchair and I sit opposite him on the couch."

"As I told you before, every tattoo has a meaning for me. I have a tattoo on my back. A tree with three arms. Every arm represents my family. One is full of roses, for my mom, because she's delicate as a rose. On another arm there are some doves, representing Lexie. She always was a free spirit. And the last arm is full of feathers, my dad, as he's a lawyer and this means freedom, bravery and cleverness. Also on my lower back, I have the acting masks. I always wanted to be on a stage, this was and is my biggest dream, to be known. But I have some meaningless tattoos."

"Oh... so you're an actor?"

"Yes, I am. I am in my last year of college."

"But how? You are older than Lexie..."

"After a I finished high-school, I wanted a break and I decided to work. And in a few months, I will graduate. And I will finally be the main character in a play. And I would like if you will be there..."

"If everything will be normal between us, I will be there." I smile and I move closer to him. I like this game.

"Any questions?"

"Well, these were the only one in my head. What if you are telling me about you and I will tell you more about me."

"Okay, then. I like the idea. And I like you."

"Hardin..." I smile again. "Things that I don't know about you."

"Well, I was a bad boy since high-school. My parents were afraid to let Lexie live alone. I lived alone in my last two years of high-school and I did a few bad things, so they didn't let Lexie live alone until now."

"Oh, that's not good."

"Your turn."

"Well, I have a little sister, Cassie. She's six years younger. I love her more than anything, but I think she hates me now because I fought with my mother and I'm not with them for holiday."

"Did you fight with your mother?"

"Why do you think I'm here for Christmas? When you saved me, the other day, I found out that Robert told my mother lies about what happened. He told her that I cheated on him with you." I sigh.

"That man should end up in a madhouse."

"Well, as my mother believe him, I should be the one ending up in a madhouse."

"How she can believe him more than her own daughter?"

"She was always like this... but let's end this conversation. I'm not good talking about this."

"Okay."