The Badboy's Broken Promises *On Hold*

Chapter 08

Roadrunner on Steroids

The navigation route blared across the screen, showing me that I only had ten minutes left of the journey- thank God. I was starting to feel car sick and all that crying gave me a pounding headache.

Although it's something I really didn't want to do, that cry was definitely needed. I feel better now that I let some of those emotions out, but now I know there's no point getting worked up anymore. I made a mistake, one that I won't make again. It's not like I'll ever see Aiden again anyway. Even if he did come back, I'm probably the farthest thing on his mind. I doubt he even remembers me.

"The destination is on your left."

I turned into the parking lot and parked my car in the spot nearest to the entrance. There were only about six other cars parked here but I'm guessing it's cause it's late on a Sunday evening.

Getting out my car I jogged to the back and popped the boot. I slipped on my black trench coat, a pair of leather gloves and strapped a camera around my neck. The Boys in Distress told me to dress like a journalist and take as many pictures as I could, so I stopped at a Walmart to buy my disguise and a camera. I don't know how this'll help them but they told me to make sure I get pictures of the exits. Apparently they were the most important images to capture. They also wanted me to create a floor plan for them.

I walked to the front and stopped to take a couple of pictures- it was dark but the spotlights hanging off the roof, shining onto the pavement illuminated the building. 'The Web: Sports Pub' read the neon red sign above the entrance. I took a picture of that too.

I pulled on the gold handles and swung open the heavy doors. Popping up my collar, I walked to the bar of the middle of the room as the camera swung from my neck. Just as I suspected it wasn't packed in here at all.

The front of the pub had wooden tables and chairs set up like a mini restaurant and the bar was smack bang in the middle. Behind the bar were some pool tables and the restrooms. The floors were covered in maroon carpeting and the walls had an old style wallpaper with pictures hanging in gold frames.

Lighting was dim, there were spot lights hanging from the pool tables, but the main light came from the bar. This is just your typical pub, nothing special.

I sat on the barstool and pulled out a journal to write everything I saw down incase I couldn't get a lot of pictures and draw the floor plan.

"What can I get ya?" A voice spoke.

I looked up to see a really big, burly man watching me with a bored expression.

"Uh, can I just get a water," I told him while fiddling with the pen between my fingers.

"Really," he threw the white towel he was holding over his left shoulder, "you came to a pub at ten o'clock to order a water?" He looked at me with annoyance.

I nodded curtly and he rolled his eyes with a grunt. With no enthusiasm, he walked away to the other side of the bar grumbling about how cheapskates like me are ruining his business.

"Here you go," he mumbled, setting a small glass next to me with more force than needed.

I thanked him and took a little sip then went back to writing. He was about to walk away but something caught his eye.