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It’s not my place to tell you this.
I’m sorry.”
I nodded.
“It’s all right.
I understand.”
She placed her hand on mine.
“I know how important it is for you to understand everything so you can take your next decisions of your life.
So, I’d suggest you ask him yourself.
I think the time has come for you to know everything.”
Surprised, I watched her in confusion.
Did I really want to know everything to take my next steps in my life with him?
Was I considering Cassie’s advice to give us another chance?
And what did she mean by it was the time for me to know everything?
Why did it feel like the truth I was going to know soon would change my life forever?
The blare of my phone distracted me from my thoughts.
It was Beth.
“Hello,” I said, picking up the phone.
“Hello, is this Em I’m talking to?”
a male voice spoke from the other side of the phone, some hubbub buzzed in the background.
“Yes?
Who is it?
And why are you calling from my friend’s phone?
Where is she?”
I frowned.
“Miss, I’m calling you from Dakota’s Bar.
Your friend here is drunk and alone.
She’s refusing to leave, and we don’t know her address.
So, we got your number from her emergency dial list and called you.
We’d be grateful if you come get your friend.
She’s in a pretty bad state and we don’t know what to do with her.”
“Oh God!
How long has she been there?”
I shot up from the chair.
“Approximately four hours, miss,” the man replied.
“All right, can you please keep an eye on her until I get there?
I’ll be there as soon as possible.”
“Of course, but be quick, miss.
We’re about to close our bar for the night.”
“All right, thank you.”
I put the phone in my purse.
“What is it?
Who was that?”
Concern latched in Tess’s eyes.
“It’s Beth.
She needs me right now.
I’ll tell you everything later.
I’ve got to go now.”
Grabbing my coat, I hurried out.
“Call me once you’re free.
And stay safe!”
she called as I shut the door behind me.
TWENTY-ONE: THE BOSS IS HERE
T aking a right, I drove through an almost empty street.
My gaze continued their connection with the GPS tracker of my phone.
I never heard of that bar’s name before, and after tracing Beth’s phone, I found it was at Northern Avenue.
The street was infamous for old buildings, illegal casinos, small caf?s, and bars.
And most importantly, hundreds of alleys.
I’d no idea what the hell she was doing here this late at night.
And seeing the eerie silence around, I felt people of this area called it a night much earlier than others.
Once I was finally at my destination, in the middle of a narrow road, I double checked the location and the bar’s name.
A big ‘Dakota’s Bar’ sign was written above the building, red fairy lights lit around the edges.
Two wobbly, rugged men stumbled out of the bar, raising the scale of my anxiety.
I’d just pick her up and flee out of this uncanny area.
When I was about to park my car in the small parking lot at the corner, I found it full.
And the casino beside it explained the reason.
I was about to park my car outside the bar, but a big no parking sign stopped me.
Sighing, I turned to another narrow road where I found a place to park.
Taking my phone, I walked back to the bar.
Cold air pricked my skin as I walked along the side of the street.
My brown locks swayed with the breeze.
Distant music coming out from the casino’s closed doors was the only thing I could hear other than stray dogs barking from afar.
As soon as I entered the bar, her sprawled figure came into my view.
With a large bottle in her hand, she sang something in her not so pleasant slurry voice.
Her dark curly head rested on the round table in the corner.
It was a small bar, so finding her wasn’t a hassle.
When I approached her, a man in a white shirt and red bow around his neck greeted me.
“I guess you’re the friend of hers I called, right?”
he asked.
“Yes, that’s me.
Thank you so much for informing me about her.
I had no idea she would be here,” I said, genuinely grateful.
At a place like this, she could fall into the wrong man’s hand.
Thank God, this man, who must be a bartender here, turned out to be a gentleman!
“No problem, miss.
She’s been here for the last four hours, drinking and crying non-stop.
When it was our time to close the bar, we asked her to leave, but she wasn’t in a state to leave alone, so we’d to call you.”
Crying?
What happened to her?
“Again, thank you so much for taking care of her until I arrived.”
I hurried to her and called out her name.
Blinking her red, swollen eyes at me, recognition flickered over her face as an uneven smile stretched across her lips.
“Emmm!
You’re ‘ere!
I was soooo lonely.”
She tugged at my hand.
“Come, sit ‘ere!
Now we’re going to drink together!”
I brushed her unkempt hair away from her forehead, her cheeks were streaked with dried tears and smudged mascara.
She looked like a mess.
What happened to her?
God, I hoped everything was all right.
I’d talk to her once she was sober.
But I needed to get her out of here first.
“No, Beth.
You’d had enough drinks for tonight, you aren’t having any more.
Let’s go, we’re leaving.”
I tried to get her up by her shoulders, but she shrugged me off.
“Nooo, I don’t want to go!
Need more drinks, an’ you’ll drink with me,” she slurred.
“Hey, you!
Gimme another bottle!”
The man shuffled in his place, eying his watch.
The whole bar was empty.
He was just waiting for us to leave so that he could close the bar.
“Beth!
Come on, get up!
We need to go!”
Forcing her to stand, I wrapped one of her arms around my neck and snaked mine around her waist.
“No!
I want a drink!”
she complained but walked along with me, with swaying legs.
“I’ll give you one once we’re home.
Now let’s go,” I said, glancing at the man.
He asked if I needed help, but I refused.
Paying her bill, I thanked him again and carried her out of the bar.
Once outside, I glanced around, leading her the way my car was parked.
Some wobbling figures appeared and disappeared around the corners.
As I dragged her along, she started crying again, mumbling something incoherent under her breath.
“Shh, Beth.
It’s all right.
We’re almost there.”
A sudden shiver ran down my spine as I felt eyes on me.
My gaze flickered around, but there was no one.
Only two dogs passed across the road.
I tried to ignore it, but it was too strong.
When I heard footsteps behind me, I turned around.
A fleeting figure moved behind a black Range Rover, making my heart skip.
Someone was following us.
With my heart in my throat, I turned around and urged Beth to walk faster.
But her being drunk hindered our pace.
When we passed the head of an alley, I almost ran as a whistle reverberated across the street.
Some middle-aged men were huddled under the damaged streetlight, and I could feel their gazes set on us.
When one of them pushed against the wall, standing straight, I tightened my grip on Beth and dragged her as fast as I could.
“Come on, Beth!
Walk faster!
We need to move fast!”
I urged her.
She groaned.
“I don’t wanna go home!”
“We’re going to my place, don’t worry.
Now walk faster!”
I said, glancing over my shoulder.
No one was there.
As we turned to the road I had my car parked on, I almost sighed in relief.
Until footsteps behind us reached my ears.