She Walks Alone
I put out my cigarette in the street, demolishing it beneath my foot. I need to quit, I keep telling myself, but I need to quit a lot of things. I’ll quit tomorrow. I promised myself. I started the drunken walk to my car. It was an old black Honda that made me feel sexy when I drove it. I climbed in, started her up, and turned up the stereo. I was too drunk to drive, but I didn’t care. That’s what beer does to you, isn’t it? I shifted into reverse, backed out, then sped out of The Lot. The window was down, and I relished in the freedom of the wind blowing threw my hair. I wore it just above my shoulders these days. It was easier, and cuter, I thought. I pulled into the gas station on my way to my apartment to get a pack of smokes. I opened the door and felt it coming, that wave of sick nausea that you get when your body refuses to process any more liquor. Fuck. I thought. I jumped out and ran full speed to the bathroom inside. I made it just in time to manage not to spew forth my soul all over the floor. I sat there for a while, hugging the toilet before I was out of things to retch. It took all my strength, but I finally managed to get up. I grabbed onto the railing beside the toilet, hauled myself up, and went to the sink to splash cold water on my face and rinse my mouth out. I looked in the mirror and my mascara was running, my eyes were bloodshot and I my breath reeked. “Don’t you look fucking sexy?” I said to myself. I grabbed a piece of gum from my pocket to attempt to freshen my breath. I walked out and realized I had left my keys in the ignition and my driver door open.
“Shit!” I shouted, and ran back outside. My door was shut and the keys weren’t in the ignition.
“Hey, sugar. You shouldn’t leave your keys in the car. Some Jackass could come along and steal it.” I turned to the sound of the voice.
“Peter! You ass! You scared the crap out of me.” I said, trying my hardest not to slur my speech. Peter was a friend of mine who worked the closing shift at the gas station.
“You don’t seem so cool to drive.” He said.
“Don’t preach. I’m fine.” I said.
“Bull. My shift is over in five. Let me finish this smoke, lock up, and I’m driving you home.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I asked.
“You’re a smart cookie!” He said sarcastically. He got up and walked inside. I sat down on the curb and waited for him to come back out. I don’t know how much time went by before he came back out. I lose track of time a lot. Finally he came out and locked the doors. He had a six pack and a couple packs of smokes in one arm.
“You still live in the same place sugar?” He asked.
“Yeah, the party house, off 2nd Avenue.” I said, smirking.
“Ah, yes. Fond memories.” He said, smiling. We climbed in and he drove off.
“Social Distortion, nice.” He said, and cranked up the radio. Mommy’s Little Monster was playing. I sat in the passenger seat in a daze watching the city lights flash by. We pulled into my driveway a few minutes later.
“No one is home?” He asked.
“No. It is just me for the night. Tom and Malcolm are staying at Christy’s house.” I replied.
He got out, but I just sat in the car, because I didn’t feel like moving. He walked over and lifted me up out of the passenger seat, carrying me to the door. Fiddling with my keys, he managed to open the door, while holding me. I was impressed. He carried me inside, and laid me on the couch. I didn’t remember him leaving, but a few minutes later he came back inside with the beer and cigarettes.
“So, what are you on?” He asked.
“Beer.” I said.
“Don’t BS me. You took something.”
“I don’t remember. Really.” I said. I usually didn’t remember, so I was telling the truth for once.
“Fine, don’t share.” He said.I sat up and motioned for him to sit down next to me. I lit up a cigarette and pointed to the beer. He cracked one open and gave it to me, then grabbed one for himself. My senses heightened. When Peter opened the beer, I heard the pop of the can and the beer fizz within. The lights in the house were excruciatingly bright, I had to keep flinching. I was going into the zone. I felt my body relax and my breathing slow down. My arm fell to the side and I dropped my beer. At least I think I dropped it. My hand was numb, so I couldn’t tell, but I’m pretty sure I could hear it roll across the floor. I head some mumbling, but couldn’t make out the words. It seemed so far away. There was a large crack against my face. I couldn’t feel it, but my vision blurred for a second. I just got smacked in the face, and I didn’t feel a damn thing! This is some great shit! I thought. Then my vision was clear again. I could also hear much clearer. The mumbling turned into my name, and was coming from the left of me.
“Cass. . ie. Cassie????” I heard. Fuck, am I going crazy? Who the hell is calling my name? I couldn’t lift my head to see, when I tried it just sat like a lead weight on my shoulders. Then my body started to shake. Not tremble, but shake. I could feel a slight pressure on my upper arms and realized someone was shaking me. Then I remembered Peter was there. He lifted me up and looked me right in the eyes. Then I could understand exactly what he was saying.
“Cassie! What the FUCK did you take? I need to FUCKING know!” I had to think long and hard. Suddenly I remembered being at The Lot, and standing in the back with Mitch and his friend. Taking the pill, and swallowing it with a shot. Then I remember taking another one. Remembering was the easy part, now I had to focus all my concentration on talking. At first everything came out as a mumble. Jumbled words all slurred together. Finally I said it.
“K.” I said.
“How Much?” Peter asked.
“Two.” I said. “No. . . No, three.”
“Christ!” He yelled. I felt him pick me up and watched the texture on the wall fly by me as he ran. He banged my head on the door when he went into a room. I saw the porcelain of the toilet. He sat me up, propped me against the toilet and opened my mouth. I felt him shove his finger in my throat. I felt myself gag. Eventually I threw up for the second time that night. Looking back later I know I probably would have been fine if he hadn’t made me vomit, but it would have been one nasty night. Realistically, making me hurl my guts out didn’t do much. The K was already working its way through me, traveling everywhere in my body. You never know though. I don’t remember anything after that.I woke up a few hours later in bed. The light was on, and Peter was on my computer. I tried to turn over, but I was too weak.
“Hey, you finally came to.” I heard Peter say.
“How you feeling?”
“I’ve been better.” I groaned.
“Are you okay? Can I risk going to sleep now?” He asked.
“Yes.” I said.He climbed into my bed with me and turned off the light.
“Sorry.” I moaned.
“Don’t be. We’ve all had our bad trips. Next time, just take one. Okay?”
“K.” I said. I fell asleep wrapped up in Peter’s arms.
I woke up to the sound of my shower. I rolled over to look at the clock, and was blinded by the sun peeking in my window. I climbed out of bed, squinting, and stumbling to shut the blinds. My head was pounding, and I felt all shaky. I hated coming down. I looked at the clock and it was 2:00 in the afternoon. I had to be at work in an hour! I worked the early shift at Jack’s Place, a sports bar a couple blocks from my house. I didn’t mind it, but I hated the early shift, all the fun and good tips are at the late shift. I didn’t have time to wait for Peter to get out of the shower, so I just grabbed a towel out of my laundry basket, and walked in the bathroom. I opened the shower curtain, to reveal Peter rinsing shampoo from his hair. I surprised him, so he got it in his eyes.
“You scared the crap out of me Cass! What are you doing?” He asked me.
“I have work at 3:00. No time to lose!” I said, stripping and climbing into the shower. Peter was still rinsing the shampoo from his eyes. I just stood there and watched him. He was well built. Skinny, but not scrawny! He was well defined and had several tattoos and two earrings in his left ear. His hair was short and died black.
“Is it my turn yet?” I asked, laughing.
“Hey, it’s not funny! My eyes sting now.” He told me.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
“It’s fine.” He said, smiling and moving to the back of the shower so I could wash up. I was standing under the shower head letting the water flow all over me, when he came up behind me and started kissing my neck. It felt so good. I had a thing with showers, however. I pushed him away.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asked.
“You can’t tease me like that!”
“Stop your whining! Let me clean up, I can’t stand fooling around in the shower!” I said, splashing him with water.
“You’re the one who climbed in here with me.” He said, smacking my ass as he climbed out of the shower. It only took me a few minutes, I had always been able to get ready fast. When I was done, I climbed out and wrapped my towel around me. Wiping away the steam from the mirror, I got a good look at myself. I was too skinny again, and my eyes had bags. A little make-up though, and I’d look fine. I really had to stop the drugs, and drinking, but I couldn’t. It was who I was. I took a deep breath, and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I went back to my room and Peter was waiting for me. He walked over to me, and picked me up in his arms. I felt him kiss my neck as he walked me to my bed. He laid me down, and I let him undo my towel.
“Shit!” I shouted, and ran back outside. My door was shut and the keys weren’t in the ignition.
“Hey, sugar. You shouldn’t leave your keys in the car. Some Jackass could come along and steal it.” I turned to the sound of the voice.
“Peter! You ass! You scared the crap out of me.” I said, trying my hardest not to slur my speech. Peter was a friend of mine who worked the closing shift at the gas station.
“You don’t seem so cool to drive.” He said.
“Don’t preach. I’m fine.” I said.
“Bull. My shift is over in five. Let me finish this smoke, lock up, and I’m driving you home.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I asked.
“You’re a smart cookie!” He said sarcastically. He got up and walked inside. I sat down on the curb and waited for him to come back out. I don’t know how much time went by before he came back out. I lose track of time a lot. Finally he came out and locked the doors. He had a six pack and a couple packs of smokes in one arm.
“You still live in the same place sugar?” He asked.
“Yeah, the party house, off 2nd Avenue.” I said, smirking.
“Ah, yes. Fond memories.” He said, smiling. We climbed in and he drove off.
“Social Distortion, nice.” He said, and cranked up the radio. Mommy’s Little Monster was playing. I sat in the passenger seat in a daze watching the city lights flash by. We pulled into my driveway a few minutes later.
“No one is home?” He asked.
“No. It is just me for the night. Tom and Malcolm are staying at Christy’s house.” I replied.
He got out, but I just sat in the car, because I didn’t feel like moving. He walked over and lifted me up out of the passenger seat, carrying me to the door. Fiddling with my keys, he managed to open the door, while holding me. I was impressed. He carried me inside, and laid me on the couch. I didn’t remember him leaving, but a few minutes later he came back inside with the beer and cigarettes.
“So, what are you on?” He asked.
“Beer.” I said.
“Don’t BS me. You took something.”
“I don’t remember. Really.” I said. I usually didn’t remember, so I was telling the truth for once.
“Fine, don’t share.” He said.I sat up and motioned for him to sit down next to me. I lit up a cigarette and pointed to the beer. He cracked one open and gave it to me, then grabbed one for himself. My senses heightened. When Peter opened the beer, I heard the pop of the can and the beer fizz within. The lights in the house were excruciatingly bright, I had to keep flinching. I was going into the zone. I felt my body relax and my breathing slow down. My arm fell to the side and I dropped my beer. At least I think I dropped it. My hand was numb, so I couldn’t tell, but I’m pretty sure I could hear it roll across the floor. I head some mumbling, but couldn’t make out the words. It seemed so far away. There was a large crack against my face. I couldn’t feel it, but my vision blurred for a second. I just got smacked in the face, and I didn’t feel a damn thing! This is some great shit! I thought. Then my vision was clear again. I could also hear much clearer. The mumbling turned into my name, and was coming from the left of me.
“Cass. . ie. Cassie????” I heard. Fuck, am I going crazy? Who the hell is calling my name? I couldn’t lift my head to see, when I tried it just sat like a lead weight on my shoulders. Then my body started to shake. Not tremble, but shake. I could feel a slight pressure on my upper arms and realized someone was shaking me. Then I remembered Peter was there. He lifted me up and looked me right in the eyes. Then I could understand exactly what he was saying.
“Cassie! What the FUCK did you take? I need to FUCKING know!” I had to think long and hard. Suddenly I remembered being at The Lot, and standing in the back with Mitch and his friend. Taking the pill, and swallowing it with a shot. Then I remember taking another one. Remembering was the easy part, now I had to focus all my concentration on talking. At first everything came out as a mumble. Jumbled words all slurred together. Finally I said it.
“K.” I said.
“How Much?” Peter asked.
“Two.” I said. “No. . . No, three.”
“Christ!” He yelled. I felt him pick me up and watched the texture on the wall fly by me as he ran. He banged my head on the door when he went into a room. I saw the porcelain of the toilet. He sat me up, propped me against the toilet and opened my mouth. I felt him shove his finger in my throat. I felt myself gag. Eventually I threw up for the second time that night. Looking back later I know I probably would have been fine if he hadn’t made me vomit, but it would have been one nasty night. Realistically, making me hurl my guts out didn’t do much. The K was already working its way through me, traveling everywhere in my body. You never know though. I don’t remember anything after that.I woke up a few hours later in bed. The light was on, and Peter was on my computer. I tried to turn over, but I was too weak.
“Hey, you finally came to.” I heard Peter say.
“How you feeling?”
“I’ve been better.” I groaned.
“Are you okay? Can I risk going to sleep now?” He asked.
“Yes.” I said.He climbed into my bed with me and turned off the light.
“Sorry.” I moaned.
“Don’t be. We’ve all had our bad trips. Next time, just take one. Okay?”
“K.” I said. I fell asleep wrapped up in Peter’s arms.
I woke up to the sound of my shower. I rolled over to look at the clock, and was blinded by the sun peeking in my window. I climbed out of bed, squinting, and stumbling to shut the blinds. My head was pounding, and I felt all shaky. I hated coming down. I looked at the clock and it was 2:00 in the afternoon. I had to be at work in an hour! I worked the early shift at Jack’s Place, a sports bar a couple blocks from my house. I didn’t mind it, but I hated the early shift, all the fun and good tips are at the late shift. I didn’t have time to wait for Peter to get out of the shower, so I just grabbed a towel out of my laundry basket, and walked in the bathroom. I opened the shower curtain, to reveal Peter rinsing shampoo from his hair. I surprised him, so he got it in his eyes.
“You scared the crap out of me Cass! What are you doing?” He asked me.
“I have work at 3:00. No time to lose!” I said, stripping and climbing into the shower. Peter was still rinsing the shampoo from his eyes. I just stood there and watched him. He was well built. Skinny, but not scrawny! He was well defined and had several tattoos and two earrings in his left ear. His hair was short and died black.
“Is it my turn yet?” I asked, laughing.
“Hey, it’s not funny! My eyes sting now.” He told me.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
“It’s fine.” He said, smiling and moving to the back of the shower so I could wash up. I was standing under the shower head letting the water flow all over me, when he came up behind me and started kissing my neck. It felt so good. I had a thing with showers, however. I pushed him away.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asked.
“You can’t tease me like that!”
“Stop your whining! Let me clean up, I can’t stand fooling around in the shower!” I said, splashing him with water.
“You’re the one who climbed in here with me.” He said, smacking my ass as he climbed out of the shower. It only took me a few minutes, I had always been able to get ready fast. When I was done, I climbed out and wrapped my towel around me. Wiping away the steam from the mirror, I got a good look at myself. I was too skinny again, and my eyes had bags. A little make-up though, and I’d look fine. I really had to stop the drugs, and drinking, but I couldn’t. It was who I was. I took a deep breath, and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I went back to my room and Peter was waiting for me. He walked over to me, and picked me up in his arms. I felt him kiss my neck as he walked me to my bed. He laid me down, and I let him undo my towel.
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I could tell I was still feeling some of the effects from the drugs the night before. It only made it better though. Peter was amazing in bed. I made a note to get to know him better. When he finished he got dressed and helped me up. I put on my black pants and my Black baby-T that said Jacks Place across my chest. I went to the bathroom to put on some make-up, and put some hairspray in my hair to get that wet, crazy hairstyle. I walked out, found my strappy heels and purse and started to head out.
"Leaving without me?" I heard Peter ask from my room. I had forgotten he was there.
"Oh! Shit! Sorry. I'm a little out of it today." I said. He came out and hugged me. "What are you doing after work?" He whispered in my ear. "Whatever your doing." I said, pulling away teasingly. We went outside and I told Peter just to take my car for the day. He could pick me up at 8:00 when I got off work. He dropped me off and I was five minutes late.
"Late AGAIN Jonsey!" My manager yelled in mock anger as I walked in the back. "Got a little tied up." I told him. "Kinky!" He said. "You wish!" I told him. I grabbed my apron, book, and pen and went out front to my first table. It was a Man in is mid-forties with his wife and two kids. He flirted with me the whole time. I hate men like him. I got a great tip though. The rest of the night went fast. It was finally 8:00, so I went to the back to drop off my apron and get my purse. "Hey, I've got a party going on tonight." Jim, my manager, said when he saw me. "I have Missy closing, so the party is at 10:00, my place, be there!" He continued, slapping my ass as he walked by. That seemed to happen to me a hell of a lot. "I just clocked out and went out front to wait for Peter. I saw him pull up in my car five minutes later. "Where too?" He said as I climbed in the car. "Mitchels." I said. "You got ten bucks? We can split a bag." I asked him. "Yes, I do. This one's on me though." He said, pulling out of the parking lot. We got to Mitchels and he was there with some of his other dealer friends. Peter bought the bag of weed, and we 'tested' it there. I liked Mitchel and his friends. They were all black, and treated me like a friend, not a sex object. They were also very protective of me. Fortunatly for Peter, they got a long well with him. After about an hour Peter and I decided to go back to my place, so I could change. I ran back, put more make-up on, changed into my jeans and a very sexy black tank-top. It was see-through, so you could just see my black bra and my tatoo around my belly-button. It drove Peter crazy when I walked out. "Holy shit!" He said. "What are you trying to do to me?" I slinked over and let him put his arms around me and kiss me. I felt his hand on my ass. "Let's go." I said, and started walking away. "Where too?" He asked. "Jims." I said. We walked out to the car and drove off. We got to Jims house a little after ten. "You made it Cassy-Jones!" He said, and gave me a hug. "Peter! Long time no see, my man!" He said, shaking Peter's hand. He let us in, and right to the back room where the drugs were.
Jim pulled out his pipe and started loading it.
“We’ve got our own. You don’t need to waste yours.” I told him. Peter pulled out the pot, and I grabbed my pipe from my purse. I let Peter load it and light it. We passed it around for about fifteen minutes before we let it go out. We all just sat there for a few minutes passing time when someone knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Jim shouted. A girl poked her head in, it was Jim’s wife.
“Hey, we’re playing asshole. You guys should come and join us!” She said all bubbly. I never really cared for Karen.
“Be right out lady.” Jim said. We all got out and walked to the game room. There were a bunch of people sitting at the table. I knew some of them, well they guys anyway. I never had a lot of female friends, and I liked it better that way. The game eventually got incredibly boring, so Jim, Peter, Mike, Jay, and I decided to play some pool. We decided every time someone made a pocket, everyone else would have to take a shot. Before no time we were all drunk out of our minds. It was finally my turn to play. I had to lean so far over the table; my feet came off the floor. I made the shot, and sent the cue-ball flying off the table and into the dart board.
“Shit! I’m so sorry!” I shouted.
“Don’t worry about it!” Jim said. Weed certainly had its good qualities. We played for hours, all of us laughing and joking around. At one point I was trying to sneak behind Mike as he was taking his shot, and he turned at the last minute, hitting me with the cue-stick and sending me flying across the floor. Peter tried to catch me, but that just caused him to fall. Jim walked over and helped me up, but as he was drunk too, he just fell over backwards, causing me to fall right on top of him. Karen came walking around the corner right then, which demonstrates how my luck has always been.
“Whore!” She screamed at me. She ran over to push me of Jim, but Jay grabbed her when she walked by him. I climbed off Jim, and Karen started going ballistic. Did I mention how much I couldn’t stand her? Jim pulled her out back to “talk”, meaning he would stand there why she yelled at him. We could see them through the window, so we all kept laughing at the funny sight. “Jim needs a new wife!” Jay shouted.
“Hey, I think Karen needs a new wife!” I shouted, and we all started laughing again. The party carried on for a while before it started to dissipate. Peter and I decided just to spend the night, as we were both pretty drunk. Eventually Jim and Karen went to bed, and Peter and I were the only ones not passed out. We grabbed a bottle of rum and went to the guest bedroom. We were lucky and no one was in it. We made up an absolutely ridiculous drinking game, which I to this day have no recollection of. All I do know is that we finished off the bottle. I remember running and jumping on him, starting a wrestling match. Peter was a lot stronger then me, but I was more flexible. He had me pinned and was trying to lick my forehead when we heard someone screaming.
“What the Fuck?” Peter asked. We both jumped up and ran out to the living room. Jane, Mike’s girlfriend was shrieking. She was sitting in the corner and had her hands over her eyes, rocking back and forth.
“Jane! JANE!” I shouted at her. Finally she stopped screaming.
“They are everywhere! Everywhere! The spots! Get them off!” She sobbed.
“What is going on?” Mike asked, waking up.
“What did Jane take?” I asked him.
“We each did a hit of acid. He said. He was fucking out of it.
“Peter, take her to the bedroom. I’ll stay with her.” I told him.
“Should we take her to the hospital?” Mike asked, staring at the ceiling.
“No, they can’t do anything but wait it out. Cassie knows what to do.” Peter said, smiling at me. Peter picked up Jane and took her back to the room. We wrapped her up in the blanket and she started screaming again.
“Shhhhhhh. . . It is okay sweets. You’re just having a bad trip. Just be quiet. I sat up with my back against the headboard, and held Jane in my arms. She stopped screaming and started staring off into space.
“I’ll be fine. Make sure Mike stays out there. He is on it too, and all he will do is frighten her.” I told Peter. He kissed my forehead and walked out, shutting the door. I sat with Jane for two hours before she stopped pointing out weird stuff on the wall, crying. I rocked her to sleep just like a baby. I didn’t mind though. I was in a similar situation just the night before. I eventually fell asleep and woke up the next morning to a light tap on the door. “Come in.” I whispered. It was Jim.
“How is she?” He whispered.
“She is okay. Just needs to sleep it off. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed.” I told him. He helped me out of bed without disturbing Jane.
“How is Karen? Does she still think I’m a slut?” I asked.
“Whore and no, she was just drunk.” He said, and we both laughed. I walked out and Peter was sipping some coffee, his eyes blood shot.
“No sleep?” I asked him.
“Mike kept insisting if we slept the spiders would crawl in our brains and turn us into ‘white zombies’. So I stayed awake to keep him from beating the spiders out of my head.” Peter said.
“Well, how about I drop you off at your place.” I said.
Peter didn’t say a word. He just got up, put his shoes on and marched out to the car.
“See you later Cassy-Jones!” Jim said, giving me a hug.
It was a quite ride to Peter’s apartment. When we got there he just said, “Bye babe”, and walked inside. I drove to my house and went right to sleep.
I was awakened a few hours later by a rapidly ringing doorbell. My head was pounding, and I could barley open my eyes.
"I'm FUCKING COMING!! Shut the HELL UP!" I yelled. It was taking me a few moments as I had to get dressed. Answering the door naket is typically frowned upon. I found some boy-shorts and big shirt of mine and slumped off towards the front door.
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I opened the door and it was Tom and Malcolm, my roomates. Malcolm had his arm around Tom, while Tom attempted to walk him inside. I placed Malcolm's other arm over my shoulder to help out. We walked very slowly to the couch, and his feet dragged the whole way.
"Crazy party?" I asked Tom.
"You have no idea! Where is the mop bucket?" He asked me.
"Why? I think it is in the kitchen."
"You'll see." He said, and got up to fetch the bucket. He came back sat Malcolm up, and put the bucket in front of him. He held his hand up and counted down from five. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One." "Blaaaah". Malcolm threw up in the bucket.
"Nice." I said, holding my breath. I was still hung over from the night before, so saying I felt a little queezy is an understatment! Tom saw the look of nausia on my face. "Don't do it! Bathroom NOW!" He shouted at me. I ran to the bathroom and hurled in the toilet. I saw a lot of my toilet seat. Tom came in a few minutes later and helped me up.
"Miss us?" He asked.
"No. I had a wonderful time without you." I said, as I whiped my mouth off. I smothered my toothbrush with toothpaste and started brushing my teath.
"You lie! So, what have you been up too?" He asked.
"The usual, sex, drugs, and booze. No rock and roll this week." I said, after I rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth. He just laughed. "Who, what, and where?" He asked me. Tom gossiped like a girl, and I found it hilarious. "Peter, K, and Jims." I said. "Peter? Haven't seen him in a while." Tom said. "And what where you two party animals up to?" I asked. "The usual. No sex though. At least for me, I lost track of Malcolm yesterday, but judging by the looks of him today, I'd say no for him too." He answerd, and I just laughed. Tom was the closest thing to a best friend I had ever had. "Well, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tonight." He said, and gave me a big hug. I just shuffled off to my bed and crashed again.
I didn't wake up until several hours later, when the sun was going down. I yawned on my way out of bed. I picked up my phone and tried to call Peter, but there was no answer, so I sighed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I was done i got dressed up and realized I had no where to go, so I changed into a pair of blue jeans, and a navy blue t-shirt with a silver star on it. My favorite one. When I walked out to the living room, Malcom was still passed out on the couch, and there was no sign of Tom. I shrugged my shoulders and walked out to my car deciding to go see what was going on down at the pool hall. It was early in the evening, so I wasn't sure if anyone I knew would be there. I hoped there would be because I hated being alone. I pulled into the gravel parking lot, turned off the car and sighed.
"Is this all there is?" I asked myself, looking into the rearview mirror.
When I walked into the pool hall, I looked around but the only person I recognized was Nancy, the owner. She was working at the bar, and just nodded at me. I waved, and walked to the table in the corner. She walked over a few minutes later, unlocked the table so I could play a few free games, and handed me a beer.
"You are too young and pretty to waste your life here every night." She said in her raspy smoker voice. I just shrugged and took the beer. Nancy smiled, shaking he head, then walked back to the bar. I sat for a while before I bothered to rack up the balls.
I played for at least two hours on my own. A few guys asked to play with me, but I wasn't in the mood for stupid games, and declined both of them. Once it started getting busy, I started to get ready to leave when this stranger walked up to me.
"Leaving so soon?" He asked. I looked up and was instantly blown away. He was blonde, and had this mischevious look about him. Black baseball hat, pierced lip, and a tatoo on his neck of a nautical star. He was wearing jeans and black H2O shirt.
"Not much going on. Thought I'd see what was up." I told him.
"You're bored, aren't you?" He asked.
"Not so hard of a guess." I told him.
"No. Not at all. Let's go." He said, nodding to the door. I was mad then, and followed him out to his car in the parking lot.
"Name?" I asked.
"Who's asking?" he said.
"Cassy." I said.
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