Learning to Forgive (The Learning Series) by R.D. Cole Page A

Pretty fucked up that it was my shit he tweaked out on all the time. Even though I don’t sell it to individuals, my clients and their runners do. Unfortunately, most have to lose something important to wake the hell up and finally pull their shit together.
    Ben was good at hiding his habit from people and refused to bring his sister into this lifestyle. I didn’t even know he had a sister for months after we met. Even then, he only mentioned her when he was fucked up. He told us how she was a quiet girl who was terrified of everyone who looked at her wrong or said something the wrong way. But he also bragged about how smart she was and how she was the most talented one out of the two of them. She wrote the music, played multiple instruments, and she could sing. He also mentioned scars that are on her. I’m not sure if he was talking metaphorically or physically because he’d usually pass out before he said more.
    I’m not going to lie. This mystery girl he talked about always intrigued me, but the girl glaring at everyone as she works behind the bar is not what I was expecting.
    Maybe she’s not Ben’s sister. Maybe she’s lying. But why would someone fake that? No. I know she’s his sister. If Ben wasn’t right in the head, I’m sure she’s just as fucked up. Who’s not this day and age though? I’m fucked up in my own right, and I kill in my job, but I’m not a complete monster. Well, not to the innocent. I don’t believe in hurting women or children. I believe if you’re guilty then you need to pay, and my gut tells me this chick has a story. And as much as I don’t need this shit, right now I want to know what it is.
    Feeling a sting on my left ear, I turn and swing my fist, barely miss a laughing Ryan. “Did you just flick my ear?”
    “Fuck, yeah. You’re daydreaming, and we need to get on stage.” He spins his drumsticks in his fingers. “Now, let’s rock this shit so I can mend my broken heart and get between some warm thighs.” He jumps on stage with more energy than a damn monkey on meth.
    Putting my guitar strap over my shoulder, I climb the steps. Looking at Hyde tuning his bass and Ryan sitting on his stool, an idea starts to form. Hopefully, it’ll prove if Red is, in fact, Ben’s sister, and if she is, I finally get to meet this enigma of a girl I’ve heard about.
     

“Games are meant to be fun for all parties involved.
    I guarantee you won’t be laughing when it’s over.”
    ~Blaire
     
    Blaire
    The night has been going relatively pleasant since I left asshole’s table. The crowd of girls has doubled since they started playing, and I hate the fact I still have a few hours to endure this shit. Chris’s side of the bar has been slammed with just as many horny college girls as the dance floor was earlier. Luckily, Lyric is off stage, but he’s still making his presence known as the band sits at their regular table in the corner. I’m busting my ass trying to avoid his eyes on me.
    Thank goodness the annoying vaginas help to keep my anger in check and my stare from clashing with his intense one. When they introduced Hyde earlier, I swear I got a busted eardrum from the squeals. Get your libidos under control girls! These guys are all about fucking you and leaving you with either a baby, STD, or low self-esteem. Okay, so maybe some of these girls need to be brought down a notch, but do I have to witness all the lap grinding? I swear it’s just how I imagine Disney world. There’s a fucking line of girls that are waiting for a ride.
    “You know you’d make more money if you’d smile every once in a while?” Chris says as he pulls the lever to the draft beer.
    “I don’t smile. I work. I breathe. I sleep.” I slide a shot of Jack to the asshole in a rented suit with slicked back graying hair, and laugh with sarcasm as he tries to look down my shirt. Again. He’s been like this for twenty damn minutes, and it’s starting to piss me off. “You gotta fuckin’ problem