Tattooed in my Heart

CHAPTER 08

I walked towards them when the man Brent was hugging so tight pushed him away harder that time making Brent took a few steps back and I sprint towards him to catch him since he lost his footing.

Brent was crying and he looked so drunk that I wanted to shake him until he wake up from his drunkenness. He was trying to get back closer again to the man and he kept on begging him to be with him and not to leave him. It broke my heart hearing his pleas and cries making me glare at the man Brent was referring.

I could say that he has the looks but he didn't have the right to do it to Brent. Brent kept on calling his name which was Marvin and Marvin stared at me with puzzled and confused look.

"Brent, let's go." I said and wrapped my arms around him and I could see a hint of jealousy from that Marvin's eyes.

He didn't have the rights to be jealous at all.

Brent cried and wrapped his arms around my waist so tight and I knew he thought that I was Marvin and he willingly went with me. I saw Risa walking towards the dance floor and Brent was barely walking straight that I was almost dragging him so I carried him on my shoulder like a caveman and walked to Risa, grabbing her arm before she could grind her way in the middle of the drunk crowd.

She protested, of course, she always does but I dragged her out of that place and walked to where I parked my car.

"Get in the car!" I raised my voice because I knew she was afraid of my angry voice.

I was glad she didn't fight and went inside the car without a word. She buckled herself in the passenger seat and I placed Brent in the backseat and buckled the seatbelt on him. I looked at his sleeping face and I could say that even in his sleep, he was still crying for that asshole guy. He didn't deserve his tears. I wiped his wet and blushing cheeks with my thumb and I couldn't avoid looking at his parted lips even though he reeked of alcohol.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I jumped in surprise when Risa suddenly exclaimed. I thought she already fall asleep on the seat. Sh just caught me staring at her friend.

"Checking if he was still alive." I said.

"Is he?" She asked.

"Yeah." I closed the door and turned around the driver's side and slide inside.

"Good." Risa said.

"Good what?"

"That he's still alive."

I nodded and drive back home and I occasionally look at the rearview mirror checking Brent who was still fast asleep and his head was leaning on the side.

Seeing him in that vulnerable state, he made something inside me woke up. I had this very strong feeling of wanting to protect him and make everything for him okay because I dodn't want to see him like that.

My mind was busy that I didn't noticed we were already near the house and I almost passed it if Risa didn't say that we were there already.

I turned and drive inside the gate, climbing through the upward slope pavement and to the garage. Risa and I went out of the car and I opened the backseat to take Brent out.

"Let me carry him." Risa said.

"I'll take care of him, just go to sleep." I said as I unbuckled the seatbelt and carefully dragged and carried him out of the car.

"You're not taking care of my best friend. I will and—" I covered her mouth with my free hand to shut her up because it was getting annoying.

"Go to your bed." I said and carried Brent in a princess way while Risa was sulking. "You couldn't even walk straight and now you wanted to carry him?" I said.

"I'm not drunk!" She exclaimed.

"I didn't say you are but you are, so go get some rest."

She was still leaning on the car and I bet she knew that she couldn't walk straight but I know she could handle herself. I've seen her in her drunken state a lot of times.

I watched her walked inside the house first, trying to catch her balance and grabbed everything she could grab to support and steady herself.

"I'm fine!" She said, updating her current situation even though she wasn't doing fine at all. I was behind her until she reached her room while I was carrying Brent and I was glad he didn't weigh that much.

I walked to the guest room, passing my room, but stopped midway. What if he wakes up in the middle of the night and he might needed something? No one would help him if he would sleep in the guest room. I didn't even thought twice when I turned around and walked back to my room, kicking the door open and kicked it close also.

I placed Brent on the bed and he didn't even moved. He was too passed out and drunk to feel anything.

I removed his shoes and I was guessing that he sleeps without clothes, so I removed his shirt and pants.

He was lean and a little bit muscular and he looked so perfect. I pulled the comforter up to his neck and tucked his wild hair.

"Good night." I said.

He looked too vulnerable in his sleep and it was the first time that I felt something that way to someone and to a man. It was strange but good at the same time.

I was staring at his drunk sleeping face for a few minutes before I stood up and went to the bathroom to do my night routines: using the toilet, washing my face and brush my teeth again.

I couldn't sleep so I grabbed my guitar, sat on the edge of the bed and played a song that kept on repeating inside my mind.

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