I Hate My Roommate

CHAPTER 13

Song: Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls

"Okay... I'll just assume she went skating with that guy!"

A hatred like the one she felt, in the beginning, had grown again, and yet in front of the entrance door, she looked for that guy's Instagram and sent a «Be sure that I'll kill you if you hurt her!» message. She had arrived from another volunteering day, much more interesting than the others. She changed clothes and did the required work she had been receiving through the week on the freelancer site, in about five hours, accompanied by two cigarettes and glasses of whiskey. Then anime, Japanese reviews, reading, coffee... But by ten o'clock Sage hadn't arrived home yet and Michelle was getting anxious and fidgety. Should I call her? The answer she gave herself was 'yes'. But it went to the mailbox the three times she tried. Fuck! I'll kill that guy!

She put on the same gray pants she wore in the morning with a dark green hoodie, plus the chain and rings she was using already, and went to Cole's house. Even though she tried to distress herself with loud music, she could sense that something wasn't right, her belly was aching and thousands of questions were prowling through her mind. Is she in danger? Did that guy hurt her? Am I meddling in their relationship? I just want to make sure she's okay... To her surprise, he wasn't there, and obviously, neither was her precious friend.

"They were here like 3 hours ago." Jake, with his headphones around his neck, explained with his eyes on Michelle clicking her fingers.

"You have no idea where they are?"

"They said they went to eat." He shrugged.

"Call Cole!"

"Useless. He forgot his phone."

Her eyes analyzed the living room behind Jake, like a detective looking for fingertips or any object that would lead her to the murderer.

"Son of a bitch." She whispered as she turned back to enter the elevator.

"Just go home, Michelle."

But she didn't even listen to the guy.

Where should I go now? Where should I go now? She thought, walking through an avenue she didn't know, lighting up the cigarette and probably worrying for no reason, after all, she had created all those scenes in her head since she saw Cole and Sage at the shopping weeks ago. Unfortunately was one of the scenarios which became reality and she just needed to accept it.

Her steps became slower, trying to figure out where she was. Not having the minimum idea, she stopped in a dark street and took the phone out of her pocket, nevertheless, oddly, she heard music from one of the doors. A medium-sized guy was standing there looking at her, he looked like 25 years old that couldn't find a better job than a disco bar security.

"Need my identification?" She decided to enter. He looked her from up to down, nodded his head, and pointed to the cigarette between Michelle's lips. "The fuck? Securities aren't supposed to talk?" She complained with a low laugh, treading it.

The electronic music got louder when she came in, finding a crowd of people moving their bodies close to the others'. On the left of the dancefloor was the bar, decorated with gin, rum, beer, tequila, sake..., neon lights, and a beautiful barmaid. She walked in her direction, groping her pockets and being grateful for abandoning her wallet there.

"Just... whatever you got, please." Meanwhile, the blond girl served it, she sent texts for Sage with reliance that she'd answer in some minutes. Michelle waited, impatiently, looking at the people having fun, or pretending they are, having big sips of her drink. "Hate electronic..." It was undoable to hear her own voice. She checked for the fifth time in a minute, but still no messages. "Fuck... Where did that guy take her?" She swirled the chair to face the long counter and laid her head on it, getting vulnerable again to the over thoughts she created.