The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Vincent
I was so much excited to go to the club after such a long time, and this is precisely the best time for that. I wanted to get wasted as fuck and just dance this hurt out until I forget how it feels. I want to get myself as drunk as fuck to forget this pain that even when I wake up, the only pain I'll be feeling will be coming from my hangover. It's quite hard to swallow the fact that I finally closed this chapter of my life, and the only thing I can do now is to reminisce all those beautiful and ugly days. But I know in the next few weeks I'll be alright. It's just hard to let go of something that you valued the most, and although I've made a lot of mistakes, I deserve to be freed from these shackles.
We've had enough cocktails and tequila which didn't fail to grant us the right energy for a wild party. My veins are pumped for a wild craze. I noticed how Yhannie got a firm grip on the steering wheel and just drove like it's fast and furious. I was kind of worried for a bit, but we arrived at our destination safe and sound. The club wasn't that loud when we checked in. There were a few early birds, and the music was still kind of low-key. We ordered a vodka, and as soon as they served it on our table, I immediately poured a glass as if I haven't had some of these in years. After some time, the club started to get crowded and thus the party we came here for officially began. I sat almost beginning to get comfortable at my chosen corner and began grooving to the beat. I just don't feel quite drunk, yet so I didn't rush towards the dance floor. I almost thought this club is putting water on their vodka because it's not hitting me as quickly as I would've expected. I'm sure not having alcohol for weeks made my alcohol tolerance dwindle to the point where I get drunk quickly, but it seemed that wasn't the case at all.
Yhannie and Trevor were like some hung teenagers crashing a random house party, not giving a fuck about what people think about them. They're canoodling and giggling and kissing, and I just can't help but feel pretty bad for myself. I admit I'm getting envious and it's certainly not a good feeling with my current situation. I thought this night is only for Yhannie and me but then this Trevor guy who just showed out of nowhere and almost got me out of place. His spot was supposed to my spot. I wanted to remind Yhannie of what we are celebrating here for tonight, but it seemed like a selfish move to own Yhannie. After all, Trevor's her boyfriend, and I'm just her broken friend. I don't think Yhannie will choose me over this guy. I just zipped my mouth and gave them the space that they needed.
When Trevor went to the comfort room, I just had to take the opportunity really quick.
"I didn't know you have a boyfriend," I began pulling Yhannie's attention. I just want to poke her out, perhaps my goal is to plant some little seeds in her head, and hopefully, she'll realize that I actually exist.
"Yeah, about that." Yhannie inched her way a little bit closer to me. "I just want you to keep quiet about it. You're the only one who knows that we're dating besides us," She went on, and I was a little bit shocked by her.
"Oh? Okay, but why? Are you ashamed of him?" I asked more than curious. "I mean he has a little bit of an attitude for a man but," Trevor seemed like her type in terms of aesthetic. He has a good style, and he's hot, but I just feel like there's something in him that I don't like.
"I just want to keep our relationship in private, you know," Yhannie uttered in a heavy sigh. I do respect her decision one hundred per cent. It's her relationship anyway and who am I to announce to the world that she has a boyfriend. I just have to commend her for doing an excellent job at hiding this. We've been hanging out for a long time, and I'm just learning this just about now.
"Yeah, I do understand that you want privacy," I nodded and had to pause to think for a while. Should I just tell her that I'm feeling out of place here? It's almost as if I don't exist at all. I poured vodka on our glasses and asked for a toast instead. "A toast?"
"Let's party!" She screamed, and in this already loud place, her scream was just a soft whisper.
We drank our vodka, and I was just as ready to tell her what I'm feeling right now, but then Trevor returned from the comfort room quickly reclaiming his throne back. And there goes my chance, popping like a bubble. Yhannie completely diverted her attention from me and back to Trevor. I ended up moving an inch farther from them, knowing that I'll be just a statue here. I don't like this feeling at all. I'm not used to going out and partying alone and tonight feels exactly like I went on a solo flight and I'm not even savoring every single moment of this night. It seemed that I don't exist at all. I just lost my will to party and get fucked up tonight.
I went to the comfort room without saying a word to them because I'm sure they won't give a fuck about me. After flushing a lot of liquid out of my system, I went straight outside of the club and lit up a cigarette. Two puffs and I almost want to ditch Yhannie and just go home. I can just grab a taxi from here and head home, I bet no one's going to notice that I'm gone anyway. I continued smoking before I realized that I don't trust that Trevor guy. There's just something about him that I don't like. I ended up going back inside, and by the time I got back to our couch, there's a ruckus happening. Yhannie got herself into a fight. I dashed right to her side, grabbing her by the waist to keep her distance from the girl she's having a fight with.
"Get off me," The girl shrilled yet she's still pulling Yhannie's hair.
It took a while for Trevor and me to get their hands off each other's hair. This is downright embarrassing, some of the people were taking videos, and some were screaming for them to keep fighting.
"Who is this girl?" I asked out of utter confusion. I was just gone for a few minutes, and then there's already a fight going on.
"You don't know me? I'm Lily and I'm his girlfriend." The woman said, referring to Trevor. I guess I'm right after all. This Trevor guy couldn't be trusted.
"Girlfriend?" Yhannie trailed, and I felt that she's confused just as I am.
"Oh yes, whore! I'm the girlfriend of the guy you're kissing," The woman uttered.
"What the fuck is this?" Yhannie was trying to be calm and collected, but I know how much she wants to burst out. "Trevor, what is going on?"
"Trevor? You really think his name is Trevor?"
I'm witnessing a classic telenovela drama here. It's just like in the movies, and I don't know exactly how to react. I looked at Yhannie, and she's starting space out. She's breathing heavily, but she's trying her best to take it slow.
"Hey, Yhannie. Are you okay?" I asked her, but she's not responding. I know it's so loud inside this club, but she's looking at me like she just woke up from a comma.
Yhannie just grabbed her purse from the table and then ran away without leaving a single word.
"What's going on here, man?" I asked Trevor, but he didn't answer me. He let go of the Lily girl and then followed Yhannie outside.
"Ah, Dexter!" The Lily girl squealed and ended up following them as well.
What the heck is going on? I was just about to follow them as well, but a waiter blocked my way.
"Hey, sir. You haven't paid your bill yet." The waiter said.
"Oh, fuck." I cursed silently.
"Sir,"
"Oh, yes. Hold up a second." I replied as I fished my wallet from my back pocket. Shit, I don't have some cash with me. "Here's my card," I handed him my credit card, and he walked away quickly.
I sat down a little bit flustered. I saw we still have some vodka left and thought I might as well finish this. I snatched the bottle and drank straight from it until there was no vodka left. I waited for a few minutes until the waiter finally came back.
"I'm sorry sir but this card is already maxed out. Do you have some other card with you?" The waiter said.
"Yes, yes, I do." Fuck! I gave him my personal card, and he walked away. By the time he returned, I was already getting agitated to follow Yhannie. The waiter handed me the card and the receipt, and I rushed to get out of the club.
When I stepped outside of the club, I had no idea where everyone went. I stopped for a while to think and then realized that Yhannie probably went to her car. Of course, that's the only way she could've gone. I began walking towards the parking area. I was already thinking of bad things as I tried my best to catch up to them. By the time I was at the parking lot, I saw Yhannie sitting on the bumper of his car as Trevor stood in front of her. I doubled up my pace and got to Yhannie's side faster.
"What's going on?" I asked in a swerve of confusion. I do see what's going on here, and apparently, Trevor's driving two cars at the very same time.
"Get me out of here Vincent," Yhannie asked as she was looking for something in her purse. She was shaking that it took a while for her to finally found the car keys.
"Yeah, sure, sure!" I nodded in agreement as I grabbed the keys from her hands. I unlocked the door on the passenger's side and helped Yhannie get inside the car.
"Yhannie, please! Talk to me," Trevor said as he inched his way towards Yhannie, but I blocked him.
"Dude, I think this is the end of the line for you," I spat at him keeping him from reaching Yhannie.
"The fuck! I just want to talk to her," Trevor insisted.
"I'm sorry, man."
"Oh fuck off, faggot!" He yelled and pushed me away that I almost lost my balance.
"You fuck off," Regaining my balance, I pushed him back. As his response, he sent me a punch that hit me in the lip.
I held my stance and was ready to fight back. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm going to let this guy dominate me and even talk shit to me. I clenched my fist and punched him back aiming for his nose. He was knocked off balance, but I'm not finished just yet. I grabbed his arm and kicked him on his stomach twice before eventually leaving him lying on the floor. I quickly rushed inside the car and started the engine.
We were both quiet for the rest of the drive. All I can hear is the sound of the engine and Yhannie whimpering like a dog. No one wants to start a conversation just yet until I decided to talk to her.
"What happened?" I let out. We were already close to our building.
"I thought he loved me so much," Yhannie replied as she leaned her head against the window.
"I don't know him that much but he's a pussy," I spat.
"I loved him that I wanted to stay even after I found out that he's married," Yhannie continued, and I almost hit the brake after hearing what she just said.
"What? He's married?"
"I guess he never loved me at all. He only loved my pussy," Yhannie went on, and although I wanted to laugh at her statement, the thought of her being a mistress caught my attention. So that's the reason why she wants to keep this relationship private.
"Hold up, he's married?"
"Yes, he's married and he already has a kid as well," Yhannie explained, and I went silent after that.