Right my Wrongs

Chapter 33- To the arms of another

                                                       Spencer

I accelerate with urgency, seeking solace in the blaring music that drowns out the haunting echoes of recent events. Ivy's betrayal slaughtered all my hopes and faith. The ironic fact about betrayal is it always falls upon those who don't see it coming. Like a fool, I trusted her and fell for her. How could she be the same Ivy I spent countless hours with these past few weeks? It's unfathomable, almost impossible to believe. Every memory, every shared moment now feels tainted by the truth that has come to light.

How could I have been so naive to believe that she would leave her boyfriend for someone random dude she had known for only a couple of months? I allowed myself to be consumed by the intensity of our connection. I mistook the sparks and chemistry for something more profound. I was a fool to think that I could change the course of someone else's commitments with just my presence and affection.

My eyes come across a shady bar on my way back and I decide to stop for a drink. I step into the bustling bar, the air thick with vodka, voices, and bodies.

Navigating my way through the crowd, I make my way towards the bar counter. Behind it stands a tall brunette with piercings covering her features. As I take a seat at the bar, she flashes a mischievous smile.

"Can I get some gin?" I say.

"Sure. Coming right up. She slides the drink across the polished counter. As the liquid cascades down my throat, a warmth spreads within me, momentarily easing the ache in my heart.

The constant buzzing of my phone, filled with messages and missed calls from Ivy brings a constant reminder of the emotional turbulence I am trying to escape. With a flick of my thumb, I power off my phone. I signal the brunette girl to bring me another shot, I sit there stirring the empty glass as I wait for my drink.

"Are you all right?" The bartender hand my drink to me and adds. Is it that obvious? I nod in response.

"You look like you got dumped.'' The brunette smirks as she wipes the counter.

"Mind your business.'' I thump my glass on the counter.

"Chill dude. Just asking.'' She gives me a queer look and leaves.

A slight unsteadiness settles over me as I finish my sixth drink. I fumble for my phone, switching it on to check the time, only to be confronted by a barrage of missed calls from Ivy. Leaving the shady ambience of the bar behind, I step out into the cool night air. The flickering neon lights and distant sounds of laughter gradually fade into the distance as I navigate my way to where my car is parked. Sliding into the driver's seat, I start the engine and accelerate into the night, heading home.