'Don't Blame me' (Original Book Series)

"Getaway Car"

Allison walked down the lonely sidewalk of "NY" thinking about what a mistake it would be if her parents sent her back to Pennsylvania.  Now that she was feeling comfortable in her new home, now that she had fulfilled her biggest dream.   In the afternoon she was leaving, the sky was getting dark like a black cat hooting at night, with each step taken the cold arrived, just wearing black jeans and a gray wool sweatshirt.  When entering another street she comes across an attractive place, it was a snack bar called "Hothel Bar" and soon goes inside to eat something and take a break from the wind she was chasing outside.  When she entered, music from the 70s was playing, people were talking, the counter was nearby and then she was served.

-Good evening, how can I help you?...
-Hello, give me a whiskey please.

While Allison was waiting for her drink, she heard a song coming from the DJ area, it was "Have You Ever Seen The Rain" which left her thinking about the past, about what her relationship was like, as this song was played when she met her ex-boyfriend, it was right in a retro club with people acting like there's no tomorrow.  At that time for her everything was divine, but with time that love that was chewing on her slowly shows itself as the bitter and despicable taste of the toxicity he had, she remembers very well his words, "You know that without me you cannot It's nothing, it's never been anything, and you know it."   There were still scars that didn't go away completely.  Suddenly Allison felt something poke her, it was the bartender delivering her drink.

-Thank you, here you go, twenty dollars free.
-Thank you very much.

Allison gives a satisfactory smile and goes to the other side of the bar where you can see the street screens, there she stays for hours and hours until people start to leave.  Suddenly, when the bar had only ten people, a black car parked in the dark on a sidewalk and a young man with clothes that hid his face came out, then he entered the bar and people looked at him strangely, but they remained there.  Allison looks frantically at the guy, her curiosity hits like a missile and then the guy finally takes off his black cap and black coat, revealing himself to be what no one expected him to be.  Camaron seemed more confident than usual, at that exact moment the remaining people screamed his name wildly, he took photos with everyone and signed autographs for his fans.  Allison was disbelieved by what just happened. As much as she wanted to be part of the group of fans, she thought it was better to just absorb the madness and euphoria that was happening inside her body.  People talked to him and suddenly the bar owner announced that the time was up and that everyone had to leave.

-My young friend, can I work an extra hour?...
-Camaron...I can't swim.

Camaron looked with a sad look begging for five more minutes...

-It's OK!  But be clear that I will want a favor in return.
-You couldn't resist that little face, right?...
-Clear!  Since sixteen years old... remember?...

Camaron quickly looks at the main door and sees a familiar girl, then he remembers Allison who works at the publishing house and is a fan of hers...

-Allison Clark?...

She freezes and slowly looks back.

-Hi, hi...
-Man, how are you?  I know we talked practically all over the cell phone and at the publishing house, but it's never too late to find out more...
...
-I, I'm fine...

Camaron noticed her look, it was the same look he always looks for when he needs to talk to his psychologist.

-You're not well...
-What?  As?  Yes I am...
-No!  It's not and I know what that's like...
...
-I...
-Come, I'll pay...let's talk.  We can?...
...
-Yes...

Allison sat next to Camaron, ordering another whiskey for the conversation.

-What happened, Alisson?...
-I'm going through something bad at work... something very strange actually...
-What kind?...
-I'm being blamed for something I didn't do, I don't know what's happening, you know?...
-And what did they blame you for?
-They accused me of stealing, something I never did...but they don't believe me, there's so much evidence that I could lose my job...
-But what about Carlos?  He did not do anything?...
-From what I understand, no...he doesn't believe me and what's worse, he has nothing to do about it...even if I say I wasn't there at the time...
-But do you suspect anyone?...
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