Chapter 7: Chapter 7

thomas

Cecilia did not return. It's already three o'clock in the morning and the bitch girl is gone. Her cell phone remains unavailable. I already called her parents asking for her, threatening, but they both seemed surprised and worried, so I ruled out her running away at their behest. I'm pissed because I hate it when people disobey me. I told her to be here at the hotel when I got back, and she was supposed to be here. Simple.

I give up waiting.

I get out of bed and put on a shirt before grabbing my car keys. I take the elevator down and make some calls. I look for information about parties in the vicinity and it is not difficult to find the location of the “big party” on social networks. I put the location into the GPS and it only takes ten minutes to arrive. I see a bunch of brats in front of a fraternity house with red cups in their hands and the racket rolling down the middle of the street.

I curse Cecilia out loud, wanting to crush her little neck, and park the vehicle. I go down and dodge the drunk people who enter in front of me until I reach the fraternity door. I consider asking about the girl, but I don't have the patience to deal with teenagers, let alone drunks, so I decide to look for it myself. I look around and scowl when I see what a mess this is. Suddenly, I stop when I see a red hair standing out in the middle of a circle of drunks.

— Cecilia! Cecilia! Cecilia! - they shout, as the girl turns a bottle of liquor in her mouth.

I run my hands through my hair and move closer. I pinch the bridge of my nose and think what the fuck have I gotten myself into. I stop next to the small group, who move away and stare at me suspiciously. Everyone falls silent and the crazy girl seems to be the only one not to notice I've arrived as she keeps chugging down her drink.

— Cecilia — a girl speaks softly, but the redhead doesn't stop.

I completely break the distance and hold the bottle. She grunts and lets out a loud “hey” before turning to me.

"What do you think you're doing, Cecilia?"

“Oh, it's you…” She huffs and tosses her hair back.

Her face is now made up, which makes her look more like a woman and less like a girl. Her big, full lips are filled with too much pink lipstick, and I focus on them as a pout forms there.

— You're all irresponsible — I say and point a finger at the surrounding gallery, which scatters and scatters. Only the girl who called her remains, a brunette with green eyes and long hair.

"Are you her friend?" I ask in English and let out a sigh when I see that the girl has started a kind of clumsy dance.

"I am." I don't really know what happened to her - he says, holding back his laughter. — Cecília never agreed to go out with me until today. And worst of all, it was her idea. She started drinking and hasn't stopped. I think she needed to vent.

“Crazy girl,” I mutter and rush to catch her when she nearly falls headfirst onto the floor after tripping over her own legs. "I'll take it from here."

“She's not leaving here with a stranger. I will not let. The friend arches an eyebrow and tries to pull Cecilia away from me.

“I'm not a stranger. I'm Thomas from Albuquerque, a friend of the family and her future husband. Now, excuse me, I don't have the patience.

I lift the drunk girl in my arms under protests and carry her out of there. I practically scream for people to get out of the way, while Cecília struggles in my lap and curses me. I don't let her go until we reach the car. I put the girl on the floor so I can open the door to put her in the backseat.

“You shouldn't have—” She doesn't finish the sentence as her body convulses and the little prick pukes on my shirt.

I close my eyes, hold my breath, and press my nails into my palms.

“I'm going to—” I say, but she cuts me off again, getting my shirt all over.

— I think I got you dirty right… here — she says with a laugh and pushes her fingernail into my chest.

I turn away from her and get rid of the shirt. I leave it there in the middle of the street. I open the door impatiently and place Cecilia there, not bothering to fasten her seatbelt. I'm pissed off and need to punch something so the rage doesn't make me disintegrate. I drive quickly to the hotel and don't even park. I take the girl out of the backseat and carry her on my lap. I don't care about the looks of the employees who work at the reception during the night, I just take the elevator to her room.

I open the door with difficulty because I have Cecília in my lap, but I finally manage. I lay her down on the bed and think about just leaving her there. I'm about to do that when I remember her only mistake was being born to a motherfucking motherfucker. I arrange the girl in bed properly and cover her with the duvet that is on the bed. I pull her short, tight dress out from under the fabric. I glare at the piece in a state of calamity and pull my cell phone out of my pants pocket. Dial to reception, which responds quickly.

“It's Thomas speaking. I need a staff member to come to room 905 now.

'Yes, Sir Thomas. I'll arrange for someone right now - replies the woman on the other side.

In less than five minutes, a lady appears.

“I need you to contact someone to wash these clothes and for you to keep an eye on her overnight. You can put your work aside until morning, just make sure nothing happens and she doesn't drown in her own vomit.

- Yes sir. Do you need anything? she asks, looking down at my dirty thanks to Cecilia pants.

"I'm going to leave these clothes outside my bedroom door." Ask them to look too.

— Yes, sir — she confirms with her head and approaches Cecilia.

I leave and go straight to my room. My phone vibrates as soon as I place it on the small wooden table in the corner of the room. I see Caesar's name on the screen and I smile. The man must be worried to death thinking that his little daughter has run away, that something has happened and he is on the other side of the world, not knowing the news, not being able to do anything.

I could send a message to reassure him, but what fun would that be? I just turn off the device and take off my clothes. I do as I told the employee and go back to take a shower to clean up the mess that bastard did to me.

Tomorrow she'll learn, just like her daddy, that you don't play with me. That no one dares to disobey me.