Page 77 of Sins or Secrets
“I don’t want anything from L.A. Now give me another bottle,” I snap, evidence that the drink is starting to work.Just not the way I want. I wanted to forget, not turn into Godzilla.
“Okay ma’am,” he replies and saunters away to get my drink.
Another bottle of scotch down my throat and I forget.It does the trick so well I can’t even remember where I am, what day it is and how I got here.I also can’t remember how that bottle of vodka came to be and why I seem to be drinking it.
Feeling eyes on me again I look to my left and see a tall man in a hooded sweatshirt standing on the balcony of the second floor looking at me.I can’t see his face. He’s just there leaning against the wall watching me.I’m sure he’s watching me.
I’m wasted and this was a terrible idea to come out here by myself.I can’t think straight and everything seems distorted but something inside me tells me that guy isn’t watching me for the other reasons people do.
The call with Riley weeks ago comes to my mind.He could have only said the things he said if he was having me followed.
What if this guy is someone who works for him?
I look away and scramble in my bag for my purse.I take out a wad of cash, signal the bartender over again and hand him the money.
It’s over two hundred dollars.Far too much for any drink but my hands are shaking too much for me to sort through the right amount, and I just want to leave.
“This is too much,” he says shaking his head.
“Keep it. I was rude earlier.”
Before he can say another word I slide off the chair and make my way through the crowd on shaky legs.
Cautiously, I glance over my shoulder and my stomach folds when I see the man by the balcony moving too.And, he’s still watching me. Make no mistake about it, he’s watching me and now following.
I snap my gaze ahead and pick up my pace.I just have to get to my car.
Once outside though everything looks different.
It’s so dark and the parking lot is brimming with cars.It wasn’t like that when I first arrived.
I look around for my car but I can’t find it.My car isn’t like the one I had back in L.A that had an electronic fob on the side.This one has the old fashioned standard keys.So you’re completely screwed if you lose your car and can’t remember where the hell you are because you’re drunk.
Who am I even kidding? I can’t drive like this.I didn’t even think of that.
Panic surges through me and I look around at the sound of the door to the bar opening.It’s the man.
Oh God.
Abandoning the task of looking for my car I rush ahead, moving as fast as I can down the road.The only thing I can think of doing is going into the next bar I see.There are a few on this road.If I can lose him and get somewhere safe then I can call a taxi.
I rush through the opened doors of the bar toward the end of the road, hoping I gave the man the slip.
I make my way to the back, toward the sign that says cloakroom.
Once there, I try to blend in with the coats and find my phone.
Fuck, I have one percent of my battery left.
I type in my password and find the contacts so I can look for Bree but the first name that comes up is Asshole Dick.Logan.
Now’s not the time to think.I have to act before my phone dies on me and I have to do something, but I’m a mess.
The past comes crashing back into my mind and the truth about mymother.
Just like earlier when I felt she would fight for me, the thought hits me as I think of him that she wouldn't have stood by and watched me give up the one person that was precious tome.
Logan.
