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Right now, though, it was the last thing I wanted. Shaking my head, I forced myself to giggle. The sound grated on my sensitive nerves. The E was not hitting me the way it should. Instead of making me light and floaty, it was as though my bad mood was amplified to one million, and I felt like my brain was running faster than I could keep up with.
But I didn’t want to say that to Caleb. I didn’t want to be lame.
Instead, I placed my hands on Caleb’s chest, running them up and down slightly. His firm muscles made me throb, and the scent of his cologne—lemongrass and pine—surrounded me.
“Stay here,” I whispered seductively. “I want to dance when I come back.”
Caleb laughed, but I pulled away and stumbled to the bar. This wasn’t my first time letting Caleb give me something when we were clubbing, and I knew that the effects could hit any moment. Already, things around me were starting to heighten, and my limbs were starting to feel floaty as I leveled out.
“Water,” I ordered when I got to the bar.
My mouth felt thick as glue, and I wanted something to wash out the taste. The bartender released a sigh but handed me a bottle. As he did, I jumped slightly. My phone vibrated against my lower stomach, and the feeling was intense.
“Fuck,” I muttered as my mother’s photo flashed against the screen.
She must have realized I snuck out. Didn’t take her as long as I assumed it would.
Rolling my eyes, I thought about blocking her for the night, but if I did that, she would likely call my father.
And that would not be good.
“What?”
I rushed out of the club, leaving my water, Caleb, and the sound of the music behind.
“Where are you?” Her voice was controlled as she asked, and I knew it was taking everything in her to not scream at me. My brother must have been nearby. He always calmed her down. After all, he was the prodigal son.
“Why do you care?”
“Are you drunk?” There was accusation in her tone.
“No.”
To my ears I sounded upset but perfectly normal. I’d had three shots of tequila and a tab of ecstasy, which wasn’t as much as I normally ingested.
I could keep it together. For now.
There was a sigh on the other end of the phone. She was frustrated, but she was trying her best to control it, probably because she knew it wouldn’t help the situation.
“Come home, Carla.”
“Why? So you can tell me how much of a disappointment I am?” My tongue was starting to feel heavy, and I was not sure I’d made out the words entirely.
“Come home, or I’ll send one of your father’s men to drag you back.” Her voice was as cold as steel.
I froze. I was stoned but wasn’t so far gone that the threat didn’t land. My father’s men would drag me back, and then they’d tell him that I was completely fucked up. Unlike my mother, my father was rarely disappointed in me, and the thought of causing him grief made me…uncomfortable.
“Carla?”
My tongue snuck out to wet my dry lips. This was a threat. Maybe it was a bluff. This wasn’t the first time my mother had used the threat of my father to keep me in line. She never told him what I was up to. At least, as far as I knew.
But I couldn’t take the chance. My mother was going to be pissed when she saw me like this, but I didn’t have much choice. Better we were fighting than my dad and me.
“Fine,” I snapped, pissed that she’d gotten to me.
A beep of a horn cut through me and made me jump.
“That’s your ride.”
