Cry.
Hollis leaned back. Well.”He smiled. “Better luck next time, Jailbait.”
I didn’t answer, because if I did…
I’d scream and use the glass bottle left behind on the bar to kill this prick.
Let’s see you go ‘wee wee’ without all your piggies.
I walked toward the exit. I didn’t care if anyone saw me. I needed air, and this noisy fucking bar made me feel like I was drowning.
The cold night air hit my face.
Better.
Quiet.
Cars.
Streetlights.
Predictable.
Footsteps approached behind me, and I stiffened. Did that pig come out here to taunt me further?
No. Not Hollis.
Melodie.
She stood beside me without speaking for almost a full minute, and I felt her pity, and it made my skin itch more than the clothing.
“I hate him.”
“I can see that.”
“I really hate him,” I said.
“I can imagine why.”
“I looked so stupid.” I sighed.
She shook her head and grabbed my shoulder soothingly. “No.”
“I couldn’t even talk right. This is not going to work. Natalie is gonna kill me because I can’t kill that cunt no matter how many times I’ve gotten the opportunity.”
“You talked to him. That’s progress. I think being solo is a bit ambitious.”
“What does that mean? I sounded like an idiot.”
“You sounded nervous,” she corrected.
“That’s worse.” I could feel my cheeks burn, and I rubbed them with the falling tears.
“No, Melodie.”
She folded her arms. “Cry Baby. Fucking look at me.”
I finally did, after fighting with the salty stream on my face, and she smiled. “You know why that cop does that?”
