THE whole bar is very lively than usual. I wonder why and what is the reason, but is it more fun to have this livelier place than our house?

             Lots of people are dancing, singing and drinking in every corner of the place. The air is field with smoke, fragrance and different scent that makes my nose wrinkle due to its unattractive smell.

             But despite of this negativity inside this place, all I care about is my favorite drinks and my favorite part in here which is the lively music.

             Every time that song switch, I’m already drunk five shots of tequila. Slow shots yet it makes me lose my usual self and another person is being born from within.

             “Let me guess. You’re stressed again, right?” Levon inquired who is sitting beside me while drinking his whiskey.

             I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him bitterly. “I feel so alone.” I replied.

             Unlike others drunkard, despite of being drunk with alcohol, I can manage to talk straight. I guess, it’s a rare talent.

             Levon frowned and asked, “why? Do you mind if I ask you to tell me about it?”

              I can see that Levon is worried and cared about me. We are best of friends anyways.

             I shrugged my shoulders once again then look at him straight to his eyes. “I feel so useless. Dad already found his new happiness. Unfortunately, its not me. Not his ‘little princess’ and what is the worst part is, he already replaced mom!” I once again took a shot of tequila, my face wrinkled with a bitter tear flowing through my cheeks. “He have his own family. He don’t need me.” I added.

             “Insecure?” Levon asked.

             I laughed so hard that even the other people look at me. But, why do I care about them? Is this their place? Where is their names? I can do anything I want right now because this is the only time I can release this heavy heart of mine.

             “Hell yeah!” I laugh while my tears started to stream down my cheeks like a waterfall. I clenched my fist and beat my chest where my heart where my heart lays.

             Aunt Althea is a good one. But I can’t help but to be insecure to her. She have my dad’s attention all the time. Attention he never dared to give me before and after my mom died. He is genuinely smiling toward Bryan and trust him so much. While me? I feel like I am not his child. I feel like a nobody inside that house. I hate the fact that I am being insecure and irrational because of jealousy toward them that consuming me.

             “Tell me Levon. Am I bad? If I wished that they have never existed? Am I a bad girl to be selfish? Am I unworthy for his genuine love? Am I really his daughter or not?”

             I don’t want to go home anymore.

             “You’re worthy for all the love in the world. You aren’t bad. You are just expressing what is in that pretty head and heart of yours.” He replied with his best and charming smile.

Yeah, why do I feel insecure if I still have this best friend of mine who cares for me for almost a decade?

             All of a sudden, after my sudden outburst, I felt hot from inside when I see his smile.

             No! This is not right! He is my best friend for goodness’ sake!

             I swallowed as I watch his lips touch the mouth of his glass and drinking his liquor. I watched his movements from his lips, Adam’s apple and unto his collarbones.

             Do liking your friend is a crime? If yes, I want to take this liking into a deeper and intimate one.

             No! He is my friend! No!

             My mind and body is contradicting from each other. Is this the power of alcohol? If it really is, I swear that I will stop drinking from this day on.

             But… I want to try it. I want to kiss a person I want to kiss and not because I was forced to.

             I drink another shot of tequila and called Levon’s attention. “Lev?”

             “Yeah?” He asked while looking at me.

             His sexy arched brows rose, and his pointed and narrow eyes. Combined with his aristocratic nose and sexy red lips. What a perfect combination that even I, his best friend can’t resist.

             “Can I kiss you?” I inquired. His red lips made and upward arch.

I am already clouded with his simple seduction. Matching with high level of alcohol. I am on fire now!

             “Yes, why not?” As his voice fell, I stood up from my seat and crash my lips onto him. I kissed him senselessly that I don’t even care for what is the definition of shame.

             He responded to my approach that gave me another wave of heat. I grabbed the back of his hair to deepen the kiss. We fought in the battlefield like warriors and no one can stand as our referee. The environment and the alcohol makes my rational thoughts flew away from me especially when he hold the back of my neck and kiss me with the same ferocity.

I am sorry, yet I am not sorry to be a wild girl and do this with my best friend.

             I gasped when I feel some powerful arms wrapped around me and pulled me from Levon. But in m surprise, Bryan is looking at Levon with his dark face toward Levon.

             “Who the hell are you?” Levon asked Bryan who is obviously pissed with the other’s action.

             “Who the hell I am?” He glared at me that made my body shiver.

             Levon tried to grab me but Bryan just threw him away. I am stuck on the floor like I am in the middle of a quick sand. I can’t move nor look away. He wiped my lips with his thumb and wipe it off onto his clothes with the face of disgust.

             “Te dije que eres mi propiedad! Tú eres mi propiedad! FUCHO!" [I told you that you're my property! You are my property! Fuck it!] He said in different language.

             I closed my eyes to avoid his deadly glare. I’m afraid. I’m scared. I just nodded my head as an agreement because I am really scared for what will be coming next.

             “When I saw you again with this guy, I will never hesitate to kill him in front of you.” He insisted. All I can do now is to nod with every words he say. I’m afraid for what he is capable of.

             If he can throw Levon that easily, it is not impossible that he can really do what he is saying now.

             “Don’t you ever threaten me with empty words.” Levon sneered.

             I saw his hands turned white and his veins turned blue. He is looking at Levon like he is ready to eat him alive.

             “She is my property. She is mine. Back off!” He wrapped around his shoulder onto me and was about to walk toward the exit when he paused and added, “by the way, that isn’t a threat, it is a fact and a warning. If you want to live longer, stay away from my woman.”

             I can feel everyone’s attentions are pinned on us. They are scared, so do I. But why do I feel strange?

I looked up at Bryan, when you look at him carefully, three words can be described to this man beside me, and that is, ‘living forbidden pleasure’.