Fallon eyes me up and down, assessing me. “Text me when you're home, okay?”
I nod and give her a quick squeeze.
“Thanks for tonight, Fal,” I whisper, and she smiles in return.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, Maymay,” Gracie shouts across to me. “Love you.” They’re all just as drunk as each other. Laughing, I wave and head out to the taxi rank.
As I’m leaving the bar, I force myself not to turn around and look for him. I can still smell his scent lingering around me, Can feel his hands on me from when we danced. What I would give to feel his hands travel all over me.
This feels like torture.
Luckily, as I head towards the taxi rank, there are plenty queued up along the street. I hop into the first one and tell the driver where to go. Sitting back in my seat, I finally get my phone out of my bag and check for any messages. I have never gone this long without checking it since I have been with Jake.
Twelve missed calls.
Five texts.
Even a Facebook message.
All from Jake.
The feeling of dread I’ve become accustomed to recently churns my stomach. The same feeling I’ve had for months, ever since we started dating. This can’t be what all normal relationships are like? I open the thread of messages from him. My heart stalls, and my arms shake as I read through them. The further I get, the more my hands begin to sweat from how tightly I’m gripping the phone.
Jake –Where the hell are you?
Jake– Why aren’t you answering your phone? I’ve been to the salon, so I know you’re not there.
Jake– I bet you’re out with that whore again, aren’t you? What the fuck are you playing at? Ring me now!!!
What. The. Fuck.
