Married to a Gangster (English)

Lorraine's POV “One more,” I was trying to ask for more, more margarita, more tequila. But my friends won’t let me.   “Aine stop it okay? You’re drinking too much,” Aubrey held my hand as she took the shot glass from me. She tossed it over the counter and glared at the bartender infront of us. The poor bartender looked away. Aubrey sighed and looked at me.   I pouted my lips. My friends won’t really let me get away with this. But they should know I can’t be stopped. I went here to drink, to get drunk and to be wild. I went here to purposely waste the night so I can forget.   I took back the shot glass as I close my eyes, feeling the strong liquid down my throat. My friends resulted in a huge sigh as a sign of defeat. They all look at me with sympathy as my eyes start to sting with unshed tears.   “Please, just let me loosen up this time. You’re all here, nothing bad will happen. Please? Pretty please?”   I saw them looking at each other meaningfully, in the end they sighed and looked at me. Claire looked at me worriedly. “What’s really the problem if you marry Lance, Lorraine? You’re bestfriends, isn’t that better than marrying a stranger?”   I stared at her, at them. I know they’re just concern about me but it’s too tiresome to explain. People won’t understand your situation unless they try to be on your place. I sighed and forced a smiled, "Don't worry about me girls. We went here to have fun right? So please, let’s just have fun.”   Misty then raised her glass of wine, “Okay then we’re here to get drunk with you Lorraine.”   That made me smile. I know in the end, they will still be there for me, even when I can’t explain myself.   It’s indeed a fun night with friends. I am regretful for the days that I chose to sleep on our dorm rather than partying with them on a Friday night. The saying must be true, live your life to the fullest. We never know what’s gonna happen, tomorrow is not promised.   And maybe that’s what’s on my mom’s mind? That she can’t control the future so she’s doing everything now to make sure I will be fine, because she always do that, she always wants the best for me. It’s always me before anything else.   So I guess marrying me off to someone she trusts can give her that contentment. Afterall, I’ve been friends with Lance for a long time. My mother never trusted any other boy friends I introduce to her but she’s so fond of Lance. So I guess marrying me off to him can really ensure a good future?   I sighed as I stare at my drink. I feel so rebellious after hearing that I am marrying him, I feel like I don’t have the rights to decide for myself, I feel like I was mom’s puppet for years. But then I realized she loves me so much that she’s doing all of these for me, and who am I to judge the love of my own mother? She raised me all alone, she did everything for me, so who am I to say no?   I finished my tequila and decided to go out to inhale some fresh air. The bar is so crowded, I need to breathe a bit.     But then I guess I am so drunk. My head is spinning and I literally needed to hold onto something to be able to stand and walk. I couldn’t find my friends in the sea of people so I thought it’s alright to leave the table without telling them.   I successfully made a few steps but then miserably failed to even go near the exit. My vision is so blurry and if someone didn’t held me by my waist, I would have rolled on the floor already.   I chuckled a bit, “Oops..”   The guy didn’t say something though. I leaned a bit, trying to be more comfortable just so the swirling on my head would subside. But then I smelled his perfume and I realized he smells so nice. The mixture of his perfume, alcohol and a bit of cigarrette is so intoxicating.   Before I knew it, he’s already leaning down to kiss me. My eyes widened a fraction. I have never been kissed, more so, touched by a guy as intimate as this.   He raked the hair on the back of my head just so he can fully kiss me. I gasped and he delved his tongue on my mouth. The kiss is so sloppy, I can even taste the alcohol from his mouth. It’s fiery and demanding me so much to kiss back. The kiss obliterated all the rational thoughts in my mind that I didn’t notice I started kissing him back.   The heat slowly spread through the rest of me that I didn’t know I responded to his kisses.. and touch. And the rest was ecstasy.     *   I couldn’t believe what I saw when I opened my eyes. I am covered in white sheets and completely naked under it. The blood on the white bed brought me back to my senses.   What happened? Where am I? I tried so hard to remember anything but my head is aching so much.   A phone rang from somewhere and I saw my phone above the table. I pulled the sheets with my body as I reach for it. I immediately swiped to answer when I saw it’s Claire.   “Oh my God! Where are you Lorraine? We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” The panic in her voice is so obvious, as well as the tears she’s about to shed.   I looked around me and realized I am on a private room of a bar. My eyes widened as I slowly realize what happened.   “Oh my God..” My tears immediately rolled down my cheeks. Claire panicked evenmore, I heard Aubrey and Misty yelling at her before I heard Aubrey taking over the phone.   “Where the hell are you Lorraine? Are you crazy? Did you go home alone?”   “Aubrey..” I sobbed.   “W-What happened? Why are you crying?”   I couldn’t answer. My sobs took over my mouth.   “Lorraine where are you? Are you okay?”   I shook my head even when she can’t see me, “I think.. I think I’m..”   “Calm the fvck down Lorraine, tell me where are you..”   “I think I had s*x with someone..” I cried. **