I flick my cigarette through the air and watch the glowing tip as it falls to the ground before climbing on my bike. I check my hands, seeing the blood coating my knuckles, and smirk again.
I’ll clean them off later, but for now, it’s time for a drink. It’s time to celebrate what I’ve just accomplished.
Chapter 2
Anika
The room sways and spins, but I still down the next drink in my hand. My friend, Ellie, sits close by, flirting with some man at the bar. Not that it surprises me, but we’re supposed to be celebrating my latest breakup. I left his ass. I left him to fend for himself, and this is my repayment. I’m drunk as fuck. I feel nothing. I don’t even feel bad that he doesn’t have a place to stay. That isn’t my problem anymore.
I stand from my stool and try to make my way over to Ellie when I stumble and slam into someone at the bar. I can see their drink spill out of the corner of my eye.
“Shit. Sorry,” I slur.
“Listen, train wreck, this isn’t your station. Keep movin’,” the man tells me. My mouth drops open at his words. How fucking rude is that? I said I was sorry.
“That’s a little rude,” I tell him, slurring my words slightly.
“Is it?” He finally turns his head to face me, and I wonder if it’s all the liquor that has gone to my head or if he’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen. It has to be the liquor. Nothing that good-looking would be in a bar like this.
“It is. I said sorry,” I tell him once more. He smirks and lifts his hand, brushing some of my hair out of my face before cupping my cheek roughly in his hand. I wince, thinking about what Alan used to do to me. He notices too, but doesn’t ease his grip.
“Sorry means shit. Some things in this life come with consequences, and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to handle my kind of punishment.” Heat blooms inside me at his words. What the hell? What kind of punishment is he talking about, because right now, I’m just about willing to take anything he has to offer.
“Which would be?” What the hell am I doing? It has to be the alcohol talking. Why am I asking that?
“The kind where I take you into the bathroom, flip your little skirt up, and fuck you until the whole bar learns my name.” My cheeks heat, my whole body heats. Is he serious? He couldn’t be.
“What is your name?” He chuckles now and leans in closer, his lips so close to mine.
“You won’t know until you’re screamin’ it.”
“Oh God,” I whimper as he smiles and licks his plump lips.
“It’s not God, darlin’.”
“Then what is it?” Why am I still talking to him? Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?
“Are you willin’ to find out?” he asks. I almost nod my head, but something registers in the back of my mind. I just left an abusive asshole. I don’t need a rebound fuck. Shaking my head slowly, he releases the grip he has on my face and lowers his hand. Just like that, he dismisses me and turns back to his drink. Something about that pisses me off.
“What the hell?” I snap loudly. He turns his head to look at me over his shoulder.
“You can’t play with the big boys, darlin’. Take your train wreck to the next stop.” And just like that, he turns back to his drink and ignores me once more. I stumble down the line and grab Ellie by the shoulders, interrupting her little date.
“What’s up?” she asks with a smile on her face.
“That dude just called me a train wreck,” I tell her.
“What, dude?”
“The one down there,” I reply, pointing him out. He has to know I’m pointing at him because his eyes twinkle slightly in the shitty bar lights.
“Why did he call you that?”
“I tripped and slammed into him.”
“You’re drunk,” she tells me with a smile.
“Isn’t that the point of being at the bar?” I ask.
