I heard the three knocks on my door and knew my best friend, Beth, had come to rescue me. The thumps reverberated in my head as I swayed and stumbled to the door. Three more raps sounded, only louder.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hollered, palms on my throbbing temples. I fumbled with the chain lock until my thumb and index finger decided to coordinate with each other. I opened the door.
“Oh my heavens! You look like–” Beth leaned forward and sniffed. “Laura, how much rum have you had?”
I shrugged. I honestly didn’t know.
She stepped inside, closed the door and guided me to the couch. On the coffee table, she noticed the Captain Morgan.
Glass bottle in hand, Beth asked, “You didn’t drink this whole thing tonight did you?”
I grabbed it and lifted it to my lips. With a tilt of my head, the last swigs of sweet liquid drained down my throat. “I did now,” I said, passing the empty to her with one hand and wiping my mouth with the back of my other.
She shook her head and set the bottle on the table. “So what happened? You sounded so upset; I got here as fast as I could.”
I groaned. I’d hoped I downed enough rum to dull the humiliation, but I didn’t. “I was listening to my Sarah McLachlan CD…”
Beth put her hand on my arm. “It wasn’t ‘Angel’ was it? Did you swallow any pills?”
The alarm in her voice sent me into a fit of drunken giggles. Finally, I caught my breath. “No. ‘I Will Remember You’.”
Her eyes widened and she let out a long sigh. “No… you didn’t call Chas,” she checked her watch, “at two a.m.”
“It was probably closer to one. But I had to- I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have broken up with him.”
“Laura, that was three years ago!”
My cheeks colored. “Well, I told him I still loved him and wanted to feel his skin against mine again. I said I wanted to be his only one.” I gulped. “Then I think I sang him the chorus.”
She winced. After several seconds, she asked, “Aaaand what did he say?”
I burst into tears and leaned into Beth’s offered hug. After a few minutes, I raised my head from my best friend’s tear-soaked t-shirt. “He didn’t say anything. But his wife took the phone and told me to never call him again.”
“Oh God, he’s married?” Beth’s jaw hung slack.
I nodded. My senses dulled, but the sting of embarrassment wasn’t the least bit affected by the rum.
She shook her head and frowned. “I can’t believe you called him in the first place.”
“At the time, it seemed like a brilliant idea,” I snapped.
Beth’s voice took on a soothing tone. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. We all make mistakes.” She added, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, though.”
“Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes to the blurring room and moaned. “I’ll never mix alcohol with Sarah McLachlan again.”
This is my response to the Speakeasy prompt which was to write a piece in 750 words or less (mine is 509) using “At the time, it seemed like a brilliant idea.” anywhere AND make some sort of reference to the music prompt (“I Will Remember You” by Sarah McLachlan.)
Click the badge below to check out the Speakeasy submission guidelines. You’re invited to submit your own response. (Come on, you know you want to :))
(Thanks to everyone who read, commented, or voted for my story, “Revenge” last week. It was voted in first place and was the Editor’s Pick as well. It was fun to write, and I’m so glad you enjoyed the story!)