Chapter 29

I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry infront of his building that would only give him pleasure. The thought of going back to his home and packing my clothes came to mind. But wouldn't that make me seem guilty?

As if I was running away? Which is why, even though I clearly didn't think anything through. Minutes later I was seating on a stool in some bar called Cougars staring at the tinsy cylindrical glass. I never drunk alcohol before, partly because I was a wuss who never dared to go and try new things and secondly because having seen Uncle Mike's addiction had traumatized me.

"First timer huh?" The blonde bartender asked and I slowly lifted my head to meet his eyes.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked and he swung the rag so gracefully wiping the clearly clean glass.

With a short answer like 'pretty much' he went back to his job serving the girl seated next to me. The thing about bartenders, they had a way of looking hot without even trying, the drool worthy smile, the shirt ripping muscles, God