CHAPTER 11

'I......" she began, 'I'm...." 'It's okay, take your time. I'm listening," I said and sat down next to her when she began crying again. The tears were just coming and coming. Before I even knew it, she had opened up to me and told me a lot about herself and her life and I did the same. I was under the influence but I didn't care. I was enjoying her company as she was enjoying mine. We were going on and on about our childhood, high school times, my lifestyles and Hollen Tower. Zack had already left when he saw he was longer needed. At the end of it all, I called my personal driver to take us home. The next day, I woke up in my bed as usual. I had a screaming headache and my throat was patched. I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. I took two Advil for the awful headache then got back into my bedroom and climbed back into bed. Something brushed against my leg. I threw off the covers and saw a face. Her face. What the fu**! 'Jasmine!" I shouted, getting out of bed and wrapping myself with the bed sheets. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at me. 'Boss?!!" she asked surprisingly and flung up as well, wrapping her half naked body with a bed sheet too. 'Oh my God! What happened here?" she asked me. She was asking me like if I had the answers to that. 'I don't know! I can't remember shit! What happened last night, what did we do?" 'I cannot remember as well!" 'Oh God!" I snarled. 'Oh my God!" she screamed. We scurried in all the directions of the room like wild ants. She gathered her clothes off the floor. 'Where is your bathroom?" she asked, holding her forehead. 'Straight ahead, first door on the right." 'Okay," she said, 'Would you mind if I take a shower?" 'Go right ahead." She left and I flopped back down on the bed. I looked at the wall clock, it showed 9:00 in the am. After half an hour, she came back out and stood there, looking at me. 'I'm sorry. I can't remember what happened," she said. 'Let's just forget this ever happened." I shook it off. I picked myself up from the bed and went to my bathroom. I needed a long and steaming shower. When I was finished, she was still there. 'Umm, are you not leaving?" I asked her. 'Yeah." She got up and walked for the door. She turned on the knob and walked out. I heard her heels ascending on the stairs and it took everything in me not to go after her and brought her back in my bed and do something to her I would definitely remember. I just couldn't remember what happened last night and I had so many questions. How did we get here, in my bedroom? Why were we naked? Did we have sex? Ughhh! Jasmine's POV I received a phone call from my little sister right after I stepped out from my place of employment. She needed me to come get her and take her home from a bar, she had a few drinks. And by a few drinks, I meant she was heavily drinking and now she was intoxicated. I found the pub after walking for half an hour. She was sitting at a table, surrounded by beer bottles. Her eyes were slightly closed and she holding onto a beer bottle like if she was holding on for dare life. What the hell? 'Zen, what are you doing?" I asked her furiously, embarrassed to see her in such an unusual state. 'Hi *hiccup* Jassy," she answered. 'Come on, get up. I'm taking you home!" 'No I'm not ready as yet anymore. I need to finish drinking this beer." 'What the hell are you doing Zenia?" I asked angrily at her again. 'Drinking this beer. I just told you that. Duh!" 'Zenia, listen to me. You need to stop this. This isn't going to solve anything." 'Yes it would! Our mother is dying and you're not doing anything about it! Just leave me alone!" 'Zen, what do you want me to do about it? I can't afford the transplant and we shouldn't be having this conversation here!" My sister yanked herself up from the chair and stormed out the pub. I wanted to rush after her but I was frozen and slumped as I reflected what she said to me about our mother. Mom was still at the hospital, attached to machines in order to keep her lungs functioning and to keep her alive as well. I began to drink the my sister's remaining beer. Then another and another and another. I was doing what she was doing all along. Getting loaded with alcohol. I believed I was almost at my eighth beer when my boss appeared out of nowhere and seemed to be deeply concerned about me. I always wanted this, his friendly attention instead of the professionalism when barking orders at the office. Next thing I knew I woke in his bed, naked and wrapping my body around with his bed sheet. I had no memories or recollection of what happened last night or how we got here but I was definitely not dreaming about it. It was real. The overall ideal made him unpleased and unkind at my presence in his bedroom and in his house.