Chapter 13 : Ben's True Colors

Sara

I was eating lunch in my room, trying to psyche myself up for my dinner with Ben. It was less that I was nervous about him and more about me.

The last time I had been able to go out and do anything remotely fun or relaxing was when I turned 21, and some of the guys my father had been running with around the time thought I deserved some drinks on them since I was legal.

Not that they had cared about laws, but they knew that I was working really hard and couldn't afford jail time or the likes. Good guys, I liked them. They were pretty cool for a bunch of criminals.

Dad later burned that bridge and ruined those friendships too, but I got free drinks, a ride home, didn't have to worry about where the f*ck Dad was, and got an extension on one of the debts that needed to be paid off, so all in all, it had been a pretty good night.

I learned I didn't care for vermouth though.

This dinner with Ben would be the first time I'd gone out in at least a year or two, and I still co