MAD

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Written 4/30/16

Zaida POV
I walked past the group of men completely unnoticed. They were too busy talking, to even know I was there.

As I walk past the bar stools on my way to the bathroom, I stop and listen to two men. I assume one of them to be a doctor. They're discussing a recent suicide. Interesting.

"Completely lost it! When we were stabilizing him he kept screaming out the name of that missing girl." Doctor #1 said.

"Zaida Williams?" Man #2 asks. Doc #1 nods his head in agreement. Who could they be talking about? "What a shame. Poor girl's probably somewhere rotting in a ditch. You know those types of cases never end happy." The doctor shakes his head in sadness. "Who was it? The one that attempted suicide I mean?"

"Marcus Brown. Good looking fellow. Tall, resembled Zaida in some ways." Marcus? My Marcus? Oh god. Does Justin know?

I hurry and go pee, scared I used my ten minutes already.

I come back to the table (stealthily) and Justin looks frantically at his watch.

"I'm here." I say. "Worried I might not return?" Justin doesn't look pleased with my little jab.

"Precisely."

"Did you pay? Can we leave? I need to talk to you about something." He looks at me confused.

"Yeah I did. Let's go?" He says almost unsure.

"Okay good. Let's blow this popsicle stand." Justin offers his arm to me and I pretend I don't see it and rush to the car.

After closing the door Justin asks "What the hell was that?"

"Oh thanks for the meal by the way. It was really nice." His expression says it all; extremely confused. I just ignore him.

When we arrive at the house it's almost one in the morning, 4 hour travel time and 2 hours there at the restaurant. When we arrive, Justin downs the entire bottle of champagne we didn't drink at the restaurant before heading inside the house, despite me telling him over and over again "You'll regret that in the morning."

As soon as we get inside I just burst.

"So my best friend tried to kill himself." I say casually while leaning on the chair.

"Really? H-how'd you find that out?" Even with the drunk slurred speech I can still tell that he's lying.

"On my way to the bathroom I heard some people talking. One of them was the doctor that worked on him."

"That's wow j-just horrible."

"Stuttering? Mmmm you know more than you're letting on."

"What? I'm drunk Zaida let it go."

"Don't tell me. Did you plan it? Was that where you went on 'special business'?"

"How the fuck? Zaida I can explai-"

"No shut up. I can't believe I almost trusted your lying ass. Tell me everything or so help me god I will hurt you."