Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

                It was our 2nd week in Italy and I’m having the hang of it. I know how to roam around by myself. I’m starting to forget my feeling for Yancy because his killing it. He slept with other women, he kissed different women and I get jealous – why? I hope this fucking Rupert dies so I could get away from him. I started to hate him.

                I went to the bar and had a drink. Oh shit this feeling. The bartender was talking to me.

                “Someone’s mad and lonely.” He said and I looked at him. At his 30’s looked like the artist Steve Austin.

                “Hi! I’m sky” I said

                “Different name you got there – I’m Marcus” he said pointing to his name tag.

                “So this place is for people like me?” I asked.

                “Yes!” he answered “But on occasions it gets small.” He added.

                “I’m new here and this is the only bar that I discovered.” I said

                “Oh really – well this is the best place in town.” He said

                “So where’s your husband?” he asked

                “What?” I asked him – confused.

                “Well – your wedding ring is still there.” He said pointing at my finger.

                “I don’t know maybe his humping other girls.” I said

                “You let him do that?” he asked

                “Well – if you consider it a fake marriage.” I said

                “His a bitch, arrogant, womanizer, whore man type of guy.” I said

                “Sorry to hear that.” He said as he poured my glass more.

                Then a guy sat with me and I had to be sure that this people are legit – real civilians.

                “Hi I’m Gerald” he said in his 30’s and I knew he was looking for a prostitute.

                “Sky” I said and I drunk more Tequila and I’m feeling a little tipsy.

                “So you’re married – huh?” he said

                “Well – consider it no.” I said

                “So why are you here alone?” he asked

                “To chill out alone.” I said

                “Do you need some company?” he said

                “No I’m fine” I said

                “No I insist” he said and started touching my hand.

                “Don’t touch me.” I said and he was getting near me and I pushed him then Yancy came and punched him.

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