There wasn't much difference between being Blake's girlfriend, and being his wife. I only noticed two changes. One, I felt a little closer to him. Now that I knew he loved me enough to marry me, I felt like any other doubts were untrue. Also, I wore a ring on my finger now. Those were the only changes thanks to our marriage. I'd been with him so long, in a strange way, it was like we'd been married for years already. We went on a honeymoon to Florida for a while, but neither of us are big travelers; so it was good to get utama after that.
The glory of being newly-weds only lasted about a month, then everything went back to normal. It wasn't like new Cinta anymore, we both started going back to work, and soon we didn't see much of each other because of our schedules. It was kind of depressing, but that's life. It could be worse, I told myself.
One night, I had off and Blake was working. I was in our apartment, watching TV, when the phone rang. I sighed and got up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Irina?" Hera asked. I could tell from her voice she was crying. My heartbeat picked up.
"Hera? What's wrong?" I asked. She sniffed.
"Um, could you... Could anda come pick me up?" she asked. I nodded real quick, then remembered she couldn't hear that.
"Sure, where are you?" She gave me the address of wherever she was, and I told her I'd be there soon. I quickly got in my car and followed her directions. The drive was about a half hour. I nearly froze when I got there. It was a bar. Was I at the wrong place? I checked the address. Nope. I went in and began looking for Hera. The place reeked of alcohol, shocking, and I could hardly see a thing with all the flashing lights, and dancing bodies. The smell made my head spin, and I nearly had to hold my breath. I had stopped going to AA a couple years ago, but I still couldn't drink. Even the smell made me consider having one, but I shook it out of my head. I need to find Hera.
I found her in the corner of the bar, huddled up on the floor. Her eyes widened in relief when she saw me, and she got up and ran over to give me a hug.
"Thank anda so much!" she sobbed. Her breath smelled of alcohol, but not too much.
"What are anda doing here?" I asked. Fury boiled inside me. She's not old enough to drink. Why the hell was she here? I refocused my mind to the current situation. "C'mon. We're going." I grabbed her sejak the wrist and led her through the drunken dancers, heading for the door. All of a sudden, she stopped. I turned back to see where she was.
"...Were ya think yur goin'?" a man asked Hera. He blinked, trying to keep his gaze straight. He was swaying side to side a little. He was obviously much lebih intoxicated than Hera was.
"I'm going home, Travis," she berkata to the drunken man. He stared at her angrily for a moment, then slapped her across the face. She yelped, and stumbled back a couple steps. I stormed over to him, and pushed him away.
"Leave her alone, fucker," I seethed. I quickly grabbed Hera and brought her outside. I helped her into the passenger seat, and started driving down the highway. "What were anda doing there?!" I shouted, trying to keep my eyes fixed on the road. "You're not old enough to drink!"
"So? anda got alcohol poisoning when anda were sixteen!" she stated. Crap, she remembered.
"And I regret it. I made some terrible choices. And anda are not allowed to make the same mistakes I did!" She folded her arms stubbornly.
"What are you, my mom?! Just relax! It's not like I had planned to go there!"
"What do anda mean?"
"I mean, I was babysitting Desiree, and then Travis invited me over. We were at his place, then he took me to that bar!" I slammed on the brakes. Luckily, no cars were behind us.
"You left Desiree at home?!" I shouted. She seemed frightened sejak my outburst.
"No! Of course not! She's at Travis' place!" I balled my hands into fists, and clenched my teeth. I sputtered out words, but none of them made sense.
"Where's Travis' house," I berkata through my teeth. She gave me the directions, and I spun around and drove there. He lives in a condo, on the far end of town. "Fuck," I said, grabbing the door handle. It was locked.
"There's a window over there," Hera pointed out. It was ground level, so it's not like I had to scale the building, but it still sucked. We got in through the window, and stepped inside a dark bedroom.
"Desiree?" I called out. Something stirred outside the door. I went over and opened it, peering down a long hallway.
"Irina?" a little voice called out. I saw her head pop out of a doorway, looking cautiously down the hallway. I couldn't be lebih relieved. I ran down the hallway, and scooped her up into a huge hug.
"Oh my God..." I sighed. I pulled her away from me to look at her. "You're ok? You're not hurt atau anything?" She shook her head no. I hugged her again.
"You didn't call Mom atau Dad, did you?" Hera asked nervously from behind me. Desiree shook her head no again. Hera breathed a sigh of relief. I was pissed.
"Desiree! If something like this happens, anda need to call someone! anda call me, Mom, Dad, atau the police if anda have to, ok?" I scolded.
"Ok," she said. I stood up to face Hera, and lectured her on how irresponsible she was being. When I turned back to get Desiree, she was gone. We went down the hall, and found her sitting on the counter, with a phone to her ear.
"What are anda doing?" Hera asked. Desiree swung her feet side to side.
"Calling the police," she berkata nonchalantly. I quickly grabbed the phone from her and hung up. She smiled at me. I glared back.
"Let's go," I muttered. I picked Desiree up, and the three of us went back to the car. I called Dad's cellphone. It went to voice mail, and I left a message saying that I picked up Hera and Desiree, and they were going to spend the night at my place.
"But I don't have my jammies!" Desiree whined.
"You can borrow a tshirt atau something," I said. It was late, and I didn't feel like driving all the way out to the house. Hera rolled her eyes.
"They're called pajamas," she berkata exasperated.
"That's what I said!" Desiree shouted. Hera opened her mouth to protest, but I stopped her.
"Just shut up, ok? I'm still mad at anda for drinking tonight," I chastised. Hera closed her mouth.
"But Irina, I'm thirsty! Will anda be mad at me if I drink?" Desiree asked from the back seat. She was very talkative, and quite excited that she got to ride in a car without a booster seat. It was kind of a pain in the ass.
"Not now, Dezzie, ok?" I said. She shrugged and stared out the window.
When we got home, I pulled out the pull-out katil from the couch, and got pillows and blankets. I turned on a movie for Desiree, and made popcorn, even though it was much too late. The three of us curled up on the couch, and watched Desiree's kegemaran movie, "Bambi."
About a half jam into the movie, Blake got home. He trudged sleepily into the apartment, then stopped.
"Did I miss something?" he asked. Desiree waved cheerfully at him.
"I'll explain later," I muttered. I was dead tired as well.
"Ok...?" he said. Then he shrugged, kissed me goodnight, and went off to bed.
The glory of being newly-weds only lasted about a month, then everything went back to normal. It wasn't like new Cinta anymore, we both started going back to work, and soon we didn't see much of each other because of our schedules. It was kind of depressing, but that's life. It could be worse, I told myself.
One night, I had off and Blake was working. I was in our apartment, watching TV, when the phone rang. I sighed and got up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Irina?" Hera asked. I could tell from her voice she was crying. My heartbeat picked up.
"Hera? What's wrong?" I asked. She sniffed.
"Um, could you... Could anda come pick me up?" she asked. I nodded real quick, then remembered she couldn't hear that.
"Sure, where are you?" She gave me the address of wherever she was, and I told her I'd be there soon. I quickly got in my car and followed her directions. The drive was about a half hour. I nearly froze when I got there. It was a bar. Was I at the wrong place? I checked the address. Nope. I went in and began looking for Hera. The place reeked of alcohol, shocking, and I could hardly see a thing with all the flashing lights, and dancing bodies. The smell made my head spin, and I nearly had to hold my breath. I had stopped going to AA a couple years ago, but I still couldn't drink. Even the smell made me consider having one, but I shook it out of my head. I need to find Hera.
I found her in the corner of the bar, huddled up on the floor. Her eyes widened in relief when she saw me, and she got up and ran over to give me a hug.
"Thank anda so much!" she sobbed. Her breath smelled of alcohol, but not too much.
"What are anda doing here?" I asked. Fury boiled inside me. She's not old enough to drink. Why the hell was she here? I refocused my mind to the current situation. "C'mon. We're going." I grabbed her sejak the wrist and led her through the drunken dancers, heading for the door. All of a sudden, she stopped. I turned back to see where she was.
"...Were ya think yur goin'?" a man asked Hera. He blinked, trying to keep his gaze straight. He was swaying side to side a little. He was obviously much lebih intoxicated than Hera was.
"I'm going home, Travis," she berkata to the drunken man. He stared at her angrily for a moment, then slapped her across the face. She yelped, and stumbled back a couple steps. I stormed over to him, and pushed him away.
"Leave her alone, fucker," I seethed. I quickly grabbed Hera and brought her outside. I helped her into the passenger seat, and started driving down the highway. "What were anda doing there?!" I shouted, trying to keep my eyes fixed on the road. "You're not old enough to drink!"
"So? anda got alcohol poisoning when anda were sixteen!" she stated. Crap, she remembered.
"And I regret it. I made some terrible choices. And anda are not allowed to make the same mistakes I did!" She folded her arms stubbornly.
"What are you, my mom?! Just relax! It's not like I had planned to go there!"
"What do anda mean?"
"I mean, I was babysitting Desiree, and then Travis invited me over. We were at his place, then he took me to that bar!" I slammed on the brakes. Luckily, no cars were behind us.
"You left Desiree at home?!" I shouted. She seemed frightened sejak my outburst.
"No! Of course not! She's at Travis' place!" I balled my hands into fists, and clenched my teeth. I sputtered out words, but none of them made sense.
"Where's Travis' house," I berkata through my teeth. She gave me the directions, and I spun around and drove there. He lives in a condo, on the far end of town. "Fuck," I said, grabbing the door handle. It was locked.
"There's a window over there," Hera pointed out. It was ground level, so it's not like I had to scale the building, but it still sucked. We got in through the window, and stepped inside a dark bedroom.
"Desiree?" I called out. Something stirred outside the door. I went over and opened it, peering down a long hallway.
"Irina?" a little voice called out. I saw her head pop out of a doorway, looking cautiously down the hallway. I couldn't be lebih relieved. I ran down the hallway, and scooped her up into a huge hug.
"Oh my God..." I sighed. I pulled her away from me to look at her. "You're ok? You're not hurt atau anything?" She shook her head no. I hugged her again.
"You didn't call Mom atau Dad, did you?" Hera asked nervously from behind me. Desiree shook her head no again. Hera breathed a sigh of relief. I was pissed.
"Desiree! If something like this happens, anda need to call someone! anda call me, Mom, Dad, atau the police if anda have to, ok?" I scolded.
"Ok," she said. I stood up to face Hera, and lectured her on how irresponsible she was being. When I turned back to get Desiree, she was gone. We went down the hall, and found her sitting on the counter, with a phone to her ear.
"What are anda doing?" Hera asked. Desiree swung her feet side to side.
"Calling the police," she berkata nonchalantly. I quickly grabbed the phone from her and hung up. She smiled at me. I glared back.
"Let's go," I muttered. I picked Desiree up, and the three of us went back to the car. I called Dad's cellphone. It went to voice mail, and I left a message saying that I picked up Hera and Desiree, and they were going to spend the night at my place.
"But I don't have my jammies!" Desiree whined.
"You can borrow a tshirt atau something," I said. It was late, and I didn't feel like driving all the way out to the house. Hera rolled her eyes.
"They're called pajamas," she berkata exasperated.
"That's what I said!" Desiree shouted. Hera opened her mouth to protest, but I stopped her.
"Just shut up, ok? I'm still mad at anda for drinking tonight," I chastised. Hera closed her mouth.
"But Irina, I'm thirsty! Will anda be mad at me if I drink?" Desiree asked from the back seat. She was very talkative, and quite excited that she got to ride in a car without a booster seat. It was kind of a pain in the ass.
"Not now, Dezzie, ok?" I said. She shrugged and stared out the window.
When we got home, I pulled out the pull-out katil from the couch, and got pillows and blankets. I turned on a movie for Desiree, and made popcorn, even though it was much too late. The three of us curled up on the couch, and watched Desiree's kegemaran movie, "Bambi."
About a half jam into the movie, Blake got home. He trudged sleepily into the apartment, then stopped.
"Did I miss something?" he asked. Desiree waved cheerfully at him.
"I'll explain later," I muttered. I was dead tired as well.
"Ok...?" he said. Then he shrugged, kissed me goodnight, and went off to bed.