Right In Front Of You

Chapter 7 - You're Not Half Bad!

Back at Barry's house; North Carolina;
Suzie's POV;

I don't know why I had opened up to Jeff the way I had in my office; but the feel of his powerful arms had made me feel sheltered from the world, and the way that everyone seemed to be looking at me. I knew that it wasn't possible but it felt like everyone was whispering about what had happened the previous night and it felt even more like I was some kind of charity case; like people were pointing and whispering about me.

So here we were home and Jeff was climbing out of the back of Barry's truck and following my limping body up towards the front door. I don't know where that limp had gone when I had grabbed that girl from the previous night, the best I could come up with was that the rage had just over taken me; making me forget about the otherwise searing pain in my ankle with every step that I took.

"Ok so I am gonna go quickly change out of these cloths," I said limping over the threshold; my hand groping for the wall socket to turn on the light before I stumbled and fell over, which wouldn't be a first walking in to this house considering Britt left her skateboard lying by the front door.

"Ok babe," Barry replied kissing the back of my head as I smiled at Jeff nervously, before heading down the hallway and letting myself in to my room.

Closing the door to my room, I stared at the large poster I had placed above my headboard of Gilby Clarke. My idol, I followed his career carefully and had admired him from the minute that he had started playing guitar for Guns N' Roses. And the fact that he was sinfully hott didn't hurt much.

My head fell back against the door; my thoughts on that stupid little bimbo that had screwed my boyfriend in my bed. The girl had no class and absolutely no shame, that had been apparent when she had muttered those cruel words at me in my own bar.

Pushing the pain down until it felt like I was being smothered by it, I grabbed the bottle of JD that I had placed by my bed intent on drinking myself in to oblivion when I got in from the club tonight; I unscrewed the lid and gulped the liquid down like it was going out of fashion, feeling the long insistent burn as it slid down through my throat and chest and into my stomach.

Stripping myself of the cloths that I had worn to the club tonight, I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time; wondering if that girl had been right; maybe I hadn't given him enough to keep him satisfied, maybe my body just wasn't enough for him, maybe I would never be enough for anyone.

I hated the fact that I was turning in to this neurotic woman that I had never been before. I had always been so self assured, so in control of my feelings and so satisfied with the woman that I was, I had been completely comfortable in my own skin but now I was questioning everything about myself. Shaun had been my only real boyfriend, we had been together since we were 16, and we had promised one another that it was forever. What a crock of shit that line had turned out to be.

Grabbing my three quarter length Nike yoga pants and a black Nike sleeveless shirt; then tied a bandana around my head and grabbed my cigarettes before heading back out in to the main area of the house.

"Can I get you two a drink?" I called heading to the kitchen to grab the fresh bottle of JD.

"Bud please sugar?" Barry called back to me.

"You got it...Jeff?" I called back.

"Do you have JD?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" I giggled softly pulling the fridge door open and grabbing a bottle of Bud for Barry and the JD and a bottle of cola with two shot glasses, then I moved back to the living room. "There you go babe," I said handing Barry his bottle of beer.