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Breath mints, man.
“Hi. Not interested. See ya later,” I respond as I look back out at the club.
He leans closer, and I immediately go on high alert. His warm breath of rot gets close to my ear.
“Aw, don’t be like that, sweetie. I just want to buy you a drink and see if we hit it off. You are beyond sexy.” He looks me up and down, and it takes every ounce of control I possess not to just deck him in his slimy, oily face of grossness.
“I said not interested. So back the fuck off.” I push farther against the wall, and then I realize my mistake.
His body comes closer to me, almost boxing me in. His arm lifts above my head as he places it against the wall. I can smell his body odor, and bile rises in my throat.
“How about you be a good slut and just let me fuck you? All you women are the fucking same. Such fucking teases. Come here all dressed up looking for sex but then won’t give up the fucking pussy. You are all cunts.” He spits as he talks, and that’s what finally does it.
Everything from my stomach climbs up my throat, and I projectile vomit all over him. His eyes widen in surprise, and his face twists in disgust.
“You fucking puked on me? You cunt!” he screams over the loud music. I don’t wait to hear any more. I immediately take off and head toward the bathroom.
I walk in and beeline for the sink, running my hand under it to turn the water on. I gather some in the palm of my hands and throw it on my mouth and chin, trying to get the remnants of my encounter off my face.
Scooping some water in my hand, I slurp it up and swish it around my mouth to get the taste out. I do it a few times until I am sure it’s gone.
Other girls around me are just doing their makeup thing and talking about whatever guy they are trying to get laid with. I pull my phone out and see that I have another twelve missed calls from the guys, so I just turn it off.
Reaching over to the paper towel dispenser next to me, I grab a couple pulls off it and dry my face and hands. I brace myself after tossing the paper towels, my stomach still a bit queasy.
Stress seeps into my shoulders. I just need to get out of here. I need to leave Las Vegas and return home to New York. I can get back to my life. Well, the life I had before everything went to shit.
“Raelyn? No fucking way!” The familiar voice has my head snapping toward it.No fucking wayis right.
“Ronnie? Oh my God!” I stand there in complete shock that she’s standing right in front of me, considering I’ve been looking for her all night. “What... how… here…”
“I can’t believe I finally found you! I have been looking everywhere for you, woman! You disappeared from the bar that night, and I was losing my mind!”
“I-I know. Someone spiked my drink. You were gone, and I sat down and drank my drink, and next thing I know is I woke up in this strange hotel room?—”
“Oh my God! What the actual fuck? Are you okay? Did something happen to you?” Her eyes are as wide as saucers as her eyes start to water.
“No! Nothing happened. This random guy actually saved me and took me to sleep it off. Which I know could have been scary, but in reality, it was the best thing to happen. I was safe and taken care of.”
She lets out a long breath. “Oh, thank fuck. We have so much catching up to do.”
“Hey, why don’t we get out of here and go back to where I’m staying? I can fill you in on everything. We need to talk about everything that happened that night. I even have my memory back.” I smile. “Well, most of it.”
“I was just going to say, you seem so different. I love this. I love the new, well, old you. Yeah, um, give me like five minutesto just finish what I was doing, and I will meet you out front. Sound good?” She bites her lip.
I tilt my head and frown a bit. She has always seemed so standoffish and always avoids telling me what she’s involved in, but I nod. “Sounds good. See you outside.”
At this point, she could be selling drugs, and I wouldn’t care. I’m just glad to have her back in my life. She helped me when I needed it most and made sure I was taken care of. And now we can catch up and I can tell her who I really am, where I come from, and where I actually belong.
I follow her out of the bathroom, and she nods toward the front door. I smile as I walk that way. She disappears into the crowd. I turn on my phone to pull up the Lyft app to get a ride back to Drew’s house.
She is going tofreakwhen she sees that’s where I have been staying.
As soon as my phone powers on, message after message pops up. Voicemails vibrate my phone as they come through. All of them have been trying to call me. Even a text message from Cam the asshole.
Cam the Asshole:
Dude, you need to call these guys. They are ready to put out fucking search parties and it’s really annoying that they are acting like this over you. So do us all a favor and answer your fucking phone.