My Bully
I looked at her skeptically, wondering where she could possibly take me to forget my troubles.
"Where?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"I'll show you," she replied with a mischievous smile.
She hailed a taxi, and we climbed into the back seat. She leaned forward and whispered the name of a bar to the driver, who looked at us strangely before starting the car.
The ride was silent and tense, with neither of us speaking a single word. After fifteen minutes, we arrived at our destination.
But as we got out of the car, I noticed that the bar looked abandoned. There wasn't a single living thing in sight, and the lights of the bar were completely off.