Healing my Heart: Book 2 - My Heart Series

by Michelle, Aleya

  I giggle at her. “You are always spot on with your descriptions bitch, I’ll give you that.”

  We drink our drinks, Dan has a beer, and then both of us apply our finishing touches with some perfume and head out the door to jump into the taxi we called.

  The three of us arrive at around twenty past six with guests to come at seven, plenty of time to have a few drinks. While I check everything is in order with time spare to relax.

  The room looks absolutely amazing. It is illuminated in lighting in intense bright colours that emphasize my creative decorations. The centrepieces and embellishments on each table are aglow with lustre and sparkle, creating a warm cheerful and fun atmosphere that I know Jemma’s partygoers will enjoy. I envisioned it all perfectly.

  The caterers have garnished the gourmet buffet tremendously, with an array of cheeses, crackers, meats and fancier delicacies obviously for the commencement of the evening and light snacks.

  The bar is flashing with neon lights and the staff are arriving ready to take drink orders, which I’m sure will be in the thousands.

  “Jemma this looks sensational,” Dan tells her as he embraces her softly and kisses her lips, he really is a sweetheart. “Happy Birthday beautiful girl,” he says to her and it makes my heart melt.

  “Didn’t Roxy do an amazing job?” she tells him obviously impressed and giving me a large beaming smile.

  “Are you ready to party birthday girl?” I ask her as I know I’m excited for the events ahead. Jemma has been quiet with in depth details on the events of the night but knowing her it will be wild, that is guaranteed!

  “I’ll grab some drinks,” Dan tells us, he looks so cool in his Danny Zucho black leather jacket and sideburns. He hasn’t bitched or moaned once about having to dress up either, unlike Dylan. He’s ‘Hopelessly Devoted’ to Jemma.

  I take in the sights of the room, the Lava lamps look amazing on the display table, especially when the strobe light hits them and the fog machine adds eeriness with smoke in the background.

  “Oh my god this place is fangfreakingtastic!” screams Tia as she runs up to me in her Rocky Horror Picture Show costume.

  “Oh thanks gorgeous, you look fab,” I tell her as we embrace tightly.

  “Okay so I’m just gonna put these disposable cameras on the tables, and the glow sticks around for everyone,” she tells me. I’m grateful for her input it was just impossible for me to do it all. “Oh and check out these funky light up cups I found in the two dollar shop,” she adds showing me her special find.

  “They are so cool. Perfect glasses for the punch, thanks for your help Tia,” I say to her thankful for her input and creativity.

  “Woo hoo. It’s the birthday girl,” Tia calls to Jemma who is holding a creamy looking cocktail. I will be having one of those shortly I can assure you.

  As the guests start to arrive, I’m in awe at the amazing costumes so far.

  The owners of the Veterinarian hospital Tony and his wife Sylvia, are dressed up as the exorcist with scary looking make up and the priest with his large cross necklace.

  A few guys have made their way in and are talking to Dan, so I’m assuming they are friends of his I’ve yet to meet. One dressed as Jaws with cardboard fins and sharp teeth. Another dressed as Clint Eastwood from Dirty Harry, and the third dressed as Rocky, obviously hired from the fancy dress shop with Italian Stallion on the gown.

  “It’s the Pink Ladies!” I call out to Jemma’s main work friends Karly, Jasmine and Crystal who are dressed up as just that from Grease, obviously fitting in with the theme.

  “We’re gonna rule the school,” the three of them chant in time, they’ve obviously been practicing that line.

  “Oh I love it,” I tell them as I burst into laughter and admire their pink jackets with Rizzo, Frenchie and Jan embroidered on the front.

  I see my brother Jeremy enter with his new woman so I make my way to them. “Hey Jez you look awesome bro.” And it is the truth, he is wearing white bell-bottom pants and a white jacket obviously from Saturday Night Fever as John Travolta.

  “Hey Seline, you look stunning,” I say to his girlfriend who is in a pant suit hippie outfit with the main colours orange and yellow, and her figure to die for.

  “Hey Sis, you scrub up alright yourself. And shit did you decorate this place?” Jeremy says to me impressed and full of compliments.

  “Yep I’m taking the credit, looks fab if I do say so myself,” I answer and usher them over to grab some drinks that I am in dire need of.

  “Where is Dylan?” Jeremy asks me the dreaded question.

  “Don’t ask!” I answer annoyed but in some way I feel relieved. I need a night to unwind and party with everyone but him. Jeremy gives me a concerned look but I smile back to assure him I am okay, more than okay to be honest…

  The next guests I see stroll in are Jason from the movie Halloween, shit that mask always makes me shiver… Carrie is at his side. “I love your outfit Trish, that was my other choice. Carrie is a favourite of mine,” I tell Trish who is a close friend of Jemma’s through college.

  “Oh thanks Roxy. You are so funky in that hippy dress girl,” she tells me and I smile feeling just that free and funky.

  “Excuse me, I am in need of a few drinks,” I say to them and head to order the cocktail I eyed Jemma with earlier, and maybe a champagne or three while I’m here.

  “Lola” by The Kinks is playing so I groove along while in line, as Superman comes up behind me and I have no idea who it is so I smile to be polite.

  “You must be Roxy. I am Scott, Dan’s mate, love your outfit by the way,” he introduces himself and wins me over with his compliment.

  “Oh hey, great to meet you Superman,” I tease and smile at him enjoying the easy friendly conversation.

  “I heard this was your handy work, it’s impressive,” he tells me now pointing to the decorations and obviously flirting with me but not being over the top about it.

  “Oh thanks, well Jem means the world to me so I wanted it to be perfect and it’s very seventies if I do say so myself,” I reply cheerfully and realise it’s my turn to order a drink.

  “I’ll have two champagnes and the cocktail I saw the birthday girl with earlier,” I tell the brunette bar tender, who looks less than impressed to be working a Saturday night.

  “Nice to meet you Scott, I’m sure I’ll see you again over the night,” I say as I walk past to find Jemma and hopefully have a boogie on the dance floor.

  “You can count on it,” Scott says to me now definitely flirting and grinning. I wonder if he knows I am with someone. Well am I still with someone? Fuck, who knows and who cares right now.

  I take a minute to check out the cake table, hoping the cake looks the way I want for Jemma.

  “Perfect,” I say out loud to myself when I see it. It looks tremendous with its two tiers of a larger circle shaped on the bottom followed by a smaller one and with a giant disco ball on top. The fondant icing is white mainly with purple and pink vertical stripes and disco dancers, music notes and records scattered sparingly.

  “Le Freak” by the Chics starts to play as I make my way to a table where we had put our purses, placing my champagnes down. I enjoy the fresh creamy taste of this cocktail, the taste come alive on my taste buds.

  There are a few girls on the dance floor but when “My Sharona” by The Knack starts I stalk the room for Jem, this is an all-time favourite of ours and I hear her before I see her.

  “Woo hoo best song ever! Roxy lets go girlfriend.” I dance my way to her grabbing her hand and shimmying my body to the addictive beat, feeling very much in the festive mood with this music, outfit and atmosphere.

  An hour later the food is being served so we line up as “Who are you?” by The Who plays in the background. It always reminding me of CSI and I giggle to myself feeling happy from the effects of the alcohol, no doubt.

  “You can really dance you know that?” I hear a male’s voice behind me in the line.

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sp; I turn to see Scott, or Superman, as I know him. I smile to him. “Why thank you Superman, can you bound buildings in a single leap?” I say to him now smirking at my silly yet humorous reply.

  “Why yes I can actually hippy chick,” he replies and I notice he is quite good looking. He has dark brown messy hair and light brown eyes. I am even wondering if that suit has padding or if it’s his own muscly chest. Down girl…

  I guess it’s just male attention. Someone is talking casually to me, not arguing. It’s relaxed and even though there is no way I would ever do anything, the thought of someone showing interest in me is boosting my deteriorating confidence.

  I collect my plate and fill it with quiches, chicken kebabs, and potato bake, followed by a green leafy salad and make my way to the table.

  The DJ makes an announcement. “The gorgeous Birthday girl Jemma has organised a few events for tonight so we are going to start with a Dance Contest. Men vs. Women! The men will be dancing to “Macho Man” and the lovely ladies will be dancing to “We Are Family.

  Of course Jem gets up there strutting her stuff and her sensational dance moves and Dan trying to compete and keep up. We all surround in a circle clapping and cheering. Scott makes his way over to me and again the chatting is careless and relaxed. Tia gives me a look and a wink. I filled her in on Dylan’s antics from earlier.

  “Jemma is a hoot,” he whispers in my ear.

  “You have no idea!” I shout back to him through the music of “Stayin Alive” and laughing at the dancers.

  When the contest is over “Dancing Queen” comes on so all of us girls dance together. Seline is dancing with us too as Jeremy chats with a few fans of his band.

  “One Way or Another” by Blondie comes on. “Woo hoo!” I scream feeling alive and carefree.

  “Okay the next game for the night is: ‘Suck and Blow’ and get your minds out of the gutter people,” the DJ announces.

  We make a large circle and Jemma and Dan start it off. Jemma holding the playing card in her lips by sucking, and then passes it to Dan by blowing on it as he sucks.

  It sounds much ruder than it actually is…

  The loser is the one who drops the card. I am feeling drunk - a lot of drinks have been consumed. I’m dancing and letting loose.

  Okay focus Rox, the card is coming. Oh Scott is next to me. Susie on the other side blows it onto him and he turns to face me so I lean in to suck but it all happens too quickly and our lips touch for a kiss. The crowd roars, “Woo hoo” and laughter and cheers fill the room. I pull away laughing hysterically.

  “Whoops,” I say joking as Scott grins from ear to ear.

  Oh so that was his plan.

  “What the fuck Roxy?” I hear yelling in a male’s voice that I turn to see is none other than Dylan.

  You have got to be fucking kidding me…

  “You just kissed that guy Roxy, what the hell?” he shouts to me in front of everyone and now there is dead silence as everyone is watching the spectacle unfold.

  “Hey dude, it’s a game that’s all” Scott tells Dylan obviously trying to calm him down.

  “Keep out of it arsehole,” Dylan yells to Scott and looks back to me.

  “I leave you alone for a few hours and you are kissing someone else, you fucking whore!” he screams at me with fury and anger. I swallow the hard lump that forms in my throat. I am dumbfounded and in shock of Dylan’s accusations and the hostile tone.

  Jemma is at my side. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that Dylan! You can leave now!” she shouts at him giving him the look of death. I’ve seen her give numerous times but not to this extent.

  “You heard the lady, you need to go,” Scott tells him and moves forward trying to intimidate him.

  “Fuck you,” Dylan tells him and pushes him backwards. Scott bounds forward grabbing Dylan, but he manages to head butt Scott smack in the nose. Blood pours out, gushing down his nose and face.

  “Fucking hell Dylan, what is wrong with you? What have you done?” I scream now crying at the mess that has unfolded and now ended in blood shed.

  Two large bouncers make their way over and grab Dylan and drag him out the exit kicking and screaming, while “Highway to Hell” by ACDC plays in the background.

  What a fucking perfect song, I am on the highway to hell.

  After a shit load of napkins and ice, Scott’s nose stops bleeding and the shots he has consumed have numbed the pain.

  “Karaoke up next Roxy. You and me “Bohemian Rhapsody” girlfriend,” she tells me and I smile and nod, not one bit in the mood but I’m not going to let her down.

  We smash out the song and embrace as “Your So Vain” comes on for The Pink Ladies to sing so we join in.

  After singing Happy Birthday and cutting the cake and dancing to “The Boys Are Back in Town” and “Walk on The Wild Side” the DJ announces final drinks at the bar and the night comes to a close. I really am looking forward to my warm bed, as I’ve had a cold chill up my back ever since Dylan’s disastrous scene.

  The last song of the night is “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John. Dan and Jemma slow dance and I see the look of love when he looks into her eyes…

  Oh Kade, what was last week at the club? I need to know if it meant anything to you like it did to me.

  “Okay so thanks everyone for coming. It was such a fantastic night, thanks to my amazing best friend Roxy for her decoration skills and for just being her,” Jemma speaks into the microphone and blows a kiss to me as I blow one back.

  “Best Costume of the night goes to Superman Scott, hope your nose feels better, here is a twenty dollar voucher for your prize,” Jemma announces.

  We end the night on a high note despite the fucked up drama earlier.

  “Best party ever Roxy. I love you forever my bestest friend,” Jemma tells me slurring and gripping me in a way too tight bear hug.

  I plan on spending Sunday in bed and sleeping away the demons and decisions I need to make.

  Chapter 12

  Jemma

  I seriously had the best costume party ever! It looked magnificent decorated professionally thanks to Roxy and the seventies theme with costumes came to life with such animation. I was so thrilled with every part of it.

  Well of course besides Dylan the wild bastard head butting Scott and causing bloodshed, the bouncers came at the perfect moment to escort his pathetic arse out.

  Ending the night with more fun and games and on a high note we head home still intoxicated. Dan ravishes me and we have amazing and steamy drunken sex, hard and fast never gets old. Then we spend Sunday lazily sleeping and recovering with greasy hamburgers.

  I’ve checked on Roxy a few times, offered her some lunch. She has spent the day in her bed too, although she didn’t seem that drunk at the end of the night but I guess she is feeling down and confused about Dylan. I decide giving her space is the best option.

  I am getting quite worried about his behaviour actually. Numerous times now I’ve seen or heard about his dark side and I think this should be the warning sign Rox needs to flick him to the kerb.

  Last week at EXTREME! seeing her response to Kade, the passion and intensity was evident of their undying feelings. I just knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her for too long. If anyone in this world deserves true love, it is my gorgeous Roxy. If I can find happiness again than so can she!

  I’ve already planned having today off work. Mondays are hard anyway and I was sure I would need to re-coup from my party, and that was a smart move as I’m still feeling a little bit seedy.

  “See ya whore bag,” I hear Roxy’s all too familiar voice call out and then feel her shaking me.

  “Hey get lost bitch!” I scream as I’m definitely not a morning person and being woken this way shits me. Her plan from the start I’m sure…

  “No rest for the wicked Jem Jem,” she stirs me further with her comment and plants a kiss on my cheek playfully.

  “Just get to work already,” I tell her joking but actually lo
oking forward to rolling over and sleeping another hour or two.

  By one in the afternoon I’m feeling somewhat normal and refreshed from my shower. I make a ham and salad sandwich and decide to give our apartment a little TLC, starting with a good dust and vacuum. Someone’s gotta do it.

  I put my headphones in and rock away to “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” by Cindi Lauper, perfect housework song as I start to dust the TV, cabinets, bookshelves and the rest of the furniture and decorative items. I really do love what we have done with the place. So modern, yet homey.

  I make my bed, admiring my new satin hot pink cover with beading and diamantes from my BFF herself, with matching European pillows and a few decorative ones I already owned.

  I head into Roxy’s room and make her bed a touch neater than she made it in a rush. Then I start to vacuum room by room, vacuuming Roxy’s room but first picking up a few scattered items, her purple diary drops to the floor and a single paper falls out.

  Not having any secrets from each other I unfold it, guessing it’s a list of some sort…

  Dear Kade,

  Well I guess I’m writing you this letter as a way to get some closure, if that is possible, and I guess to get some long awaited answers.

  I thought by now my memories of you would fade, but they haven’t. You are always in my thoughts, more than you should be and I need to get a few things off my chest.

  Honestly I still feel so much love for you. I miss you every day and wish it could have been different.

  I have so many unanswered questions.

  The biggest question is of course why you left?

  Your text message came at the worst time and I couldn’t betray Dylan by replying. You sent it on Valentine’s Day of all days, really? And why did you send that message in the first place?

  I owe Dylan a lot as he has helped me through the darkness you left me with.

  Again it is the same word, why? Why did you desert me, I wish I knew what the hell happened and finally understood what went on inside that head of yours.