In Love With A Sociopath

Chapter 11

Mary's POV

The fact that I ran into Kevin again has still left me completely rattled. Why is it that I can't get him out of my life? Even after he went to prison for 5 years, he always finds a way to get back in my life and somehow keep me in his traps. 

Ok, calm down, Mary. It was just coffee. It's not like he asked to be my boyfriend again or something. Besides, he didn't even look interested in me. That's good...

Besides, it happened last night and I still didn't see him at all today. Maybe it was just a one time thing. It was probably fate or something giving me closure. 

Still....I can't stop myself thinking about him. It doesn't even make sense. This was supposed to make me feel better. Have questions answered. But it just brings up more questions in my mind.

That's it. It's time to do something to get my mind off of things. 

I grab my coat and head out. And it's about 10 o clock at night so I really need to watch out for myself. 

The bar is about five blocks away so I have to walk very quickly and swiftly. There are a few guys here and there, but thankfully, they're too intoxicated to notice me walk by. Guess I'm lucky for that. 

By the time that I'm half way there, a thought occurs to me. If I drink too much and get a little drunk....how the hell am I supposed to get home??

"Shit...", I muttered to myself; I really should have thought this through. 

Oh well. Looks like if worse comes to worse, I'll have to crash on one of the couches at the bar. And besides, I have pepper spray, so odds are that it can't be too bad. 

Soon, I reach the bar and as soon as I show my ID and open the doors, I immediately realize that I walked in at a bad time. 

There are at least a hundred or so people in the middle of the bar; dancing and grinding on each other whilst attempting to hold their shots or margaritas.

Out of all of the places in the town, this is the place where I feel the least comfortable. Wow, I really know how to make myself feel better don't I?

But since I'm here, I might as well get some work done. I end up walking to the back of the bar where there are some actual stools and some decent alcohol and I pull out my laptop. My PhD paper isn't going to write itself, so I better get busy. Besides, I'm almost done. 

As soon as I hear footsteps of the bartender, I tell him what I want to order without looking up,"A glass of red wine, please."

"Would you like a tall glass or a smaller drink?"

I immediately stop typing; just staring blankly at the words already written.

That voice.

Slowly, I lift my head in order to see Kevin standing across the table, waiting politely for me to give him an answer.

"....Tall....", I say, with a very quiet whisper; almost inaudible. 

What. The. Fuck?!

Every time I try to get away from him, he always finds me again. Besides, I came to this damn bar so I can drink away my problems, not to find new ones.

Okay, so maybe that's not the healthiest option, but I'm too stressed and frustrated to even care. 

"Comin' right up.", he says.

Now, I'm even more upset than before and I even contemplate making a run for it before he comes back. But I suppose I should be faster at making these decisions because by the time I'm actually about make an attempt to leave, he's back.