Or maybe not, as my phone blares out yet again alerting me of yet another phone call. ‘Unknown’ flashes on the screen again but this time I angrily swipe at it. “Who is this?”
“Hi. Uh, it’s Lynch,” states the voice on the other end.
“Riiiiiight. Lynch, why the hell are you phoning me?” I growl.
“This is Ellie, isn’t it?” he asks me.
“Yeah.” I feel my eyes narrow suspiciously, he knows my name.
“I’m sorry, it might clear things up if I mention I’m a friend of Michael Sanderson’s,” he says.
Oh, shit.“Is he okay?” My mind runs wild with what could’ve possibly constituted this phone call.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just, I think I need your help. I know it’s late but I think you should come get Michael.” He sounds worried.
“Why?” I inquire.
“He’s drunk and… yeah, you’ll see when you get here,” he tells me mysteriously.
I haven’t even agreed and I’m already sitting up and reaching for my converse sneakers I kicked off earlier. “Are you with him?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he answers.
“Ok, where are you guys?” I sigh resolutely.
“Martina’s Gentleman’s Club.” I freeze.HE’S AT A STRIP JOINT!
“Ellie?” Lynch questions. I must have been silent for too long.
“Stay where you are, I’m on my way.” To come and tear Michael a new one, that is. Before he even has a chance to answer I’ve hung up and am strolling through the living room.
The T.V. is still on and as I peek over the couch I see that my brother’s fallen asleep on the couch. I’ll wake him up when I get back. I continue downstairs and out the door. After locking up I keep my keys at the ready as I make my way towards the car. The street looks clear but it’s dark and there’s lots of places for people to hide. Not only have I got my rape whistle attached to my keys but also my car key may seem blunt but it’d be sharp enough to fucking stab an attacker.
Plus, no one wants to be one of those girls from the horror movies. The ones where they finally get to safety but then they can’t find the key and end up just wasting time fiddling to unlock the door.
Nope, not me. I am at the ready. Of course, I don’t have the pressure of a zombie trying to eat me.
