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momma. Let me see that tight little ass.” My cheeks flush, but I play it off by rolling my eyes at her. “No shit Chloe you look amazing. Ya wanna shot?” She holds up the bottle.
I haven’t had a drink or a cigarette since the night I was attacked. I can still hear the music playing from the bathroom so I nod yes to Sara and run back to my room to grab my phone and keys before we leave. When I get into the bathroom, I notice the light on my phone blinking, indicating that I have a message.
I tap the screen and see a missed message from Skye.
I miss you. How much longer are you going to be?
Leaving in 10. I reply. My phone chimes.
You need me?
Na. I got it. I send back.
K. Love ya. Be careful. Instead of responding I slip the phone into my back pocket.
When I get back into the kitchen Sara is patiently waiting on me, two shot glasses sitting in front of her filled with a brown liquid. I gesture to the glass in front of her and say, “That for me?” She picks it up and extends her arm. I reach over and take it. She holds hers up in the air to say a toast, so I copy her gesture.
“To the scars that remind us of our past and the mistakes we made to get them. To the healed flesh that reminds us that everything fades.” We clink glasses and down our shots. The burning from the alcohol has nothing on the burning in my eyes from the tears I’m desperately trying to hold back.
“Suck that shit up! There will be no crying tonight.” Sara backs her chair up and wheels herself into the living room. “You ready?” She tosses over her shoulder as she passes me.
“Yup.” I croak. I grab my ID and keys before Sara and I leave the apartment. After I lock the door, I push her chair to the elevator and hit the down button. We wait silently for a few minutes until the bell chimes, signaling that the doors are about to open.
We enter the empty carriage right before the doors shut, a small feminine hand reaches in between the doors. Her black fingernails curl along the edge and hits the trigger that makes the door open back up. When the doors are completely open, I’m a little surprised to see the dark haired stranger enter the elevator.
She raises an eyebrow in a bitchy fashion and nods, before facing the doors. The small-enclosed space is filled with unease. How the hell am I going to make it through the night with a bunch of strangers if I can’t stand next to one in a damn elevator?
The doors open and we all exit, the only noise is Sara’s wheels squeaking against the cheap tile in the lobby of my building. The stranger holds the door for us, Sara thanks her, but I just give her a tight-lipped smile. We exit the building, I turn right to walk toward BAR instead of going to the Jeep. Sara notices and says, “We not drivin’?”
“Wow, Captain Obvious. I’m surprised you figured that out all on your own.”
“You’re such a bitch.” She spits back. Someone behind us snickers, when I turn around I spot the brunette from the elevator. With just a quick glance, I take in the dark brown hair, and ink covering her ivory skin. When I say ink, I mean tons of it. I’m no expert, but I know that one arm is a sleeve and the other almost matches it.
The cigarette dangling from her mouth taunts me, making my mouth water. For the first time in months, the craving hits me like a ton of bricks. The earthy smell causes every one of my nerve endings to become tense. My heart races and the little voice in the back of my mind begs me to pick back up the habit.
My knuckles become white from gripping Sara’s chair tighter than necessary. I speed up my steps trying to outrun the temptation.
“Hey, I’m digging those boots. You get them from ‘round here?” The tattooed chick behind me asks. Her feet pump rapidly catching up to Sara and I. I don’t answer her.
“She always this stuck up?” The girl asks Sara. I’ve never thought of Sara as a traitor before but when she snickers at the stranger’s question,
I haven’t had a drink or a cigarette since the night I was attacked. I can still hear the music playing from the bathroom so I nod yes to Sara and run back to my room to grab my phone and keys before we leave. When I get into the bathroom, I notice the light on my phone blinking, indicating that I have a message.
I tap the screen and see a missed message from Skye.
I miss you. How much longer are you going to be?
Leaving in 10. I reply. My phone chimes.
You need me?
Na. I got it. I send back.
K. Love ya. Be careful. Instead of responding I slip the phone into my back pocket.
When I get back into the kitchen Sara is patiently waiting on me, two shot glasses sitting in front of her filled with a brown liquid. I gesture to the glass in front of her and say, “That for me?” She picks it up and extends her arm. I reach over and take it. She holds hers up in the air to say a toast, so I copy her gesture.
“To the scars that remind us of our past and the mistakes we made to get them. To the healed flesh that reminds us that everything fades.” We clink glasses and down our shots. The burning from the alcohol has nothing on the burning in my eyes from the tears I’m desperately trying to hold back.
“Suck that shit up! There will be no crying tonight.” Sara backs her chair up and wheels herself into the living room. “You ready?” She tosses over her shoulder as she passes me.
“Yup.” I croak. I grab my ID and keys before Sara and I leave the apartment. After I lock the door, I push her chair to the elevator and hit the down button. We wait silently for a few minutes until the bell chimes, signaling that the doors are about to open.
We enter the empty carriage right before the doors shut, a small feminine hand reaches in between the doors. Her black fingernails curl along the edge and hits the trigger that makes the door open back up. When the doors are completely open, I’m a little surprised to see the dark haired stranger enter the elevator.
She raises an eyebrow in a bitchy fashion and nods, before facing the doors. The small-enclosed space is filled with unease. How the hell am I going to make it through the night with a bunch of strangers if I can’t stand next to one in a damn elevator?
The doors open and we all exit, the only noise is Sara’s wheels squeaking against the cheap tile in the lobby of my building. The stranger holds the door for us, Sara thanks her, but I just give her a tight-lipped smile. We exit the building, I turn right to walk toward BAR instead of going to the Jeep. Sara notices and says, “We not drivin’?”
“Wow, Captain Obvious. I’m surprised you figured that out all on your own.”
“You’re such a bitch.” She spits back. Someone behind us snickers, when I turn around I spot the brunette from the elevator. With just a quick glance, I take in the dark brown hair, and ink covering her ivory skin. When I say ink, I mean tons of it. I’m no expert, but I know that one arm is a sleeve and the other almost matches it.
The cigarette dangling from her mouth taunts me, making my mouth water. For the first time in months, the craving hits me like a ton of bricks. The earthy smell causes every one of my nerve endings to become tense. My heart races and the little voice in the back of my mind begs me to pick back up the habit.
My knuckles become white from gripping Sara’s chair tighter than necessary. I speed up my steps trying to outrun the temptation.
“Hey, I’m digging those boots. You get them from ‘round here?” The tattooed chick behind me asks. Her feet pump rapidly catching up to Sara and I. I don’t answer her.
“She always this stuck up?” The girl asks Sara. I’ve never thought of Sara as a traitor before but when she snickers at the stranger’s question,
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