shut behind her, leaving me standing speechless with silent
tears running down my flushed cheeks.
I collapse back down on the couch, not sure if I should
laugh or cry. Oddly enough, I find myself doing both. I know she
didn't mean it. I know she loves me. She just can't see what it was
like for me. What it is still like for me.
That night, that one night, changed everything. And no
matter how far I think I have come, it's times like this that make me
realize, I might as well still be living in Indiana, under the
judging glares and hushed whispers of people who would rather believe
the worst in someone than to believe that something like what
happened to me could happen right under their noses.
Standing, I grab my keys from the kitchen counter and
slide my coat back on. I need to get the hell out of here. I need to
erase this horrible night with hard liquor and a man skilled enough
to make me forget, even if just for a short time.
Chapter
Eleven
Dax
I don't know why I'm
here. I should have headed home the moment I left
Lo at her apartment building, but I couldn't. I can't stare at the
same drab hotel room for another night. Rips may
be a hole in the wall bar but it's less than a block away from my new
apartment and as such, I see myself spending a decent amount of time
here.
Knocking back my second scotch in the matter of fifteen
minutes, I slide my empty glass to the end of the bar and signal the
bartender for another. The thirty something blonde working the bar
saunters up to me, her fake tits practically popping out of her skin
tight tank top. She's hot enough. On any normal night I would
probably be all over her, but tonight, she's not what I want.
She gives me a flirtatious smile as she refills my
drink, making sure to give me a good shot of her cleavage as she
leans across the bar and slides the drink towards me. “Anything
else I can get you?” She asks, licking her lips suggestively at
me.
“ I'm
good.” I bite, giving her nothing to work with so she is forced
to go flaunt herself at some of the other poor bastards lining the
bar.
“ Not
your type?” I freeze mid-drink when Lo's voice washes over me
from behind, her breath hot on the back of my neck.
“ Well
look at this.” I smirk at her as she slides into the stool next
to me. “Are you stalking me now?” I laugh, nudging her
shoulder when she gives me no reaction, signaling the bartender who
is more than happy to bounce back over my way.
“ Tequila.”
Lo says, her voice seeming off. “You know what, make it a
double.” She says, turning towards me the moment the bartender
walks away.
The second her eyes land on mine, I can tell something
is wrong. I mean, she looks fine, beautiful, but there is something
behind her eyes. The light from earlier is gone and I can tell just
by the stiffness in her shoulders that something isn't right.
“ Everything
okay?” I ask, not missing the way she cringes slightly at my
question.
“ That
obvious?” She groans, falling silent when the bartender
reappears and slides two shots across the bar to her.
“ You
just seem off. What could have possibly happened between thirty
minutes ago and now?” I ask, watching her pour the first shot
down without so much as a flinch.
“ My
sister is what happened.” She pours the second shot down and
then immediately signals the bartender for more.
“ You
have a sister?” I ask, just trying to keep her talking.
“ A
twin actually.” She snorts. “Pain in the ass really.”
She waits until the bartender refills her shot glasses and then pours
down the third shot.
“ Wait....
Are you telling me there are two of you?” I ask playfully.
“ Don't
get your hopes up. She's not nearly as fun as I am. And apparently
now she's getting married.” She says, aggravation lacing her
voice. Throwing back her fourth shot, she turns her eyes towards me,
swaying slightly in her stool.
“ Is
that a bad thing?” I ask.
“ It's
a you don't need
to hear the stupid
tears running down my flushed cheeks.
I collapse back down on the couch, not sure if I should
laugh or cry. Oddly enough, I find myself doing both. I know she
didn't mean it. I know she loves me. She just can't see what it was
like for me. What it is still like for me.
That night, that one night, changed everything. And no
matter how far I think I have come, it's times like this that make me
realize, I might as well still be living in Indiana, under the
judging glares and hushed whispers of people who would rather believe
the worst in someone than to believe that something like what
happened to me could happen right under their noses.
Standing, I grab my keys from the kitchen counter and
slide my coat back on. I need to get the hell out of here. I need to
erase this horrible night with hard liquor and a man skilled enough
to make me forget, even if just for a short time.
Chapter
Eleven
Dax
I don't know why I'm
here. I should have headed home the moment I left
Lo at her apartment building, but I couldn't. I can't stare at the
same drab hotel room for another night. Rips may
be a hole in the wall bar but it's less than a block away from my new
apartment and as such, I see myself spending a decent amount of time
here.
Knocking back my second scotch in the matter of fifteen
minutes, I slide my empty glass to the end of the bar and signal the
bartender for another. The thirty something blonde working the bar
saunters up to me, her fake tits practically popping out of her skin
tight tank top. She's hot enough. On any normal night I would
probably be all over her, but tonight, she's not what I want.
She gives me a flirtatious smile as she refills my
drink, making sure to give me a good shot of her cleavage as she
leans across the bar and slides the drink towards me. “Anything
else I can get you?” She asks, licking her lips suggestively at
me.
“ I'm
good.” I bite, giving her nothing to work with so she is forced
to go flaunt herself at some of the other poor bastards lining the
bar.
“ Not
your type?” I freeze mid-drink when Lo's voice washes over me
from behind, her breath hot on the back of my neck.
“ Well
look at this.” I smirk at her as she slides into the stool next
to me. “Are you stalking me now?” I laugh, nudging her
shoulder when she gives me no reaction, signaling the bartender who
is more than happy to bounce back over my way.
“ Tequila.”
Lo says, her voice seeming off. “You know what, make it a
double.” She says, turning towards me the moment the bartender
walks away.
The second her eyes land on mine, I can tell something
is wrong. I mean, she looks fine, beautiful, but there is something
behind her eyes. The light from earlier is gone and I can tell just
by the stiffness in her shoulders that something isn't right.
“ Everything
okay?” I ask, not missing the way she cringes slightly at my
question.
“ That
obvious?” She groans, falling silent when the bartender
reappears and slides two shots across the bar to her.
“ You
just seem off. What could have possibly happened between thirty
minutes ago and now?” I ask, watching her pour the first shot
down without so much as a flinch.
“ My
sister is what happened.” She pours the second shot down and
then immediately signals the bartender for more.
“ You
have a sister?” I ask, just trying to keep her talking.
“ A
twin actually.” She snorts. “Pain in the ass really.”
She waits until the bartender refills her shot glasses and then pours
down the third shot.
“ Wait....
Are you telling me there are two of you?” I ask playfully.
“ Don't
get your hopes up. She's not nearly as fun as I am. And apparently
now she's getting married.” She says, aggravation lacing her
voice. Throwing back her fourth shot, she turns her eyes towards me,
swaying slightly in her stool.
“ Is
that a bad thing?” I ask.
“ It's
a you don't need
to hear the stupid
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