Another Her

****Ray****

I watched her order shots of tequila till I lost count. A brunette who had high cheek bones and pretty eyes. A brunette I once held dear. She was definitely new to this club because I've never bumped into her in this particular club for the whole six months I've been visiting. 

I grabbed my glass of scotch, took a sip, leaning back in my seat, and watch as she pushed off the bar stool to head to the dance floor. Her hair draped over her shoulders and she gently spun around, placing her hands above her head while her hips sway to the music. Every move elegant, graceful and beautiful. I shifted in my chair, thinking of an appropriate way to talk to her, momentarily imagining her reaction when she finally sees me. Irritation, Anger, Betrayal? It'd be one of those. A man gets my attention when he sits down at the bar counter on the seat she just vacated. He casted furtive glares around quickly before pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a couple of pictures of her on the dance floor. His lustful eyes roaming over her whole body, before he bares his teeth and runs his tongue over them, salivating like a hungry dog. I looked back at her to see she was still dancing and then back at him. Now he’s looking down at his phone, typing away on it. 

When he finished typing whatever it was, he approached her and she didn't hesitate to dance with him in her drunken state. I waited for her to get tired so she can bid the man off.. 

Turns out my prediction was kinda wrong. She continued to leech on to him, reciprocating the man's energy. I wasn't sure whether it was the drink or something else.. Perhaps, this is what she does.. gets drunk, takes a man home to get her laid and eventually moves on to another club when she's had enough. She wraps her hands around his neck, he lowers his lips to hers, pushing her against him so that her body flush his... Her hips grinds into hers and I took another gulp of my drink. My grip on the glass tightened and I muttered cuss words.

He leaned forward to whisper something into her ears. It made her smile. Both soon exited the club and I immediately knew what would follow. I gulped down the remaining of my scotch and trailed behind them closely. He led her into his truck parked in the driveway. My jaw clenched.

When did she become a whore? What turned her into this? She changed already. This wasn't the same girl from nineteen years ago...

My anxiety leveled up when I saw the truck rev and drive off. I ran to my newly bought Tesla, hopped in, trailing behind the truck thereafter. Thankfully, it was easy for me to tail them because it was a truck not some random car. 

The truck halted in front of an apartment. The estate was unusually quiet, causing me to doubt if anyone actually lives here. He alighted the truck then helped her out of the passenger's seat. She dumbly followed him into the house. I retrieved my pistol from the dashboard and went in..