Laney's Point Of View;
“I don't wanna do this.” I protested, dragging my feet as Justin and I walked to his fancy car. It all started when he suggested we would both go to a bar and get drunk together––he was telling me it would fun––and since Cara's not here, he doesn't have much responsibility. I liked to drink, but not to get myself shitfaced drunk.
“Just do what I tell you; order a drink for both of us while I go get my tattoo done. The bar and the parlor are literally a few blocks away from each other. I will be gone for less than an hour.” Justin reasoned, starting the car.
I sighed out loud, throwing my head back on the chair. After living with him for a while, I noticed that if he wants something, he will get it no matter what. It was annoying sometimes, but I also found the way he argued with anyone adorable in some sort of way.
Justin drove to the bar, he was going 50mph thanks to me and he was more cautious while driving. He dropped me off in front of the bar that was packed with people. I was hesitant to go inside because everyone here looked like pedophiles and grotesque men. I watched Justin as he drove away to his stupid tattoo parlor; couldn't he wait for another day? He was more than hyped to finish his tattoo sleeve on his arm, I think he will be filling the spaces between tattoos and touch up on his last one.
I couldn't bear to step my foot inside the alcohol reeking bar so I just stood outside in the dark, clutching tightly onto my purse. Why did I agree on coming with him? I wanted to slap myself – – I just couldn't do it in public.
Fishing my phone out of my purse, I quickly pressed on Justin's name to call him. This was getting too creepy for me, I would rather sit and watch needles pierce his skin on being here. He answered, almost immediately.
“Justin, I won't go inside. Please come and get me?” I muttered nicely. Well, more like pleaded nicely to him.
I heard him sigh on the other line. “Laney, the bartender is my friend. Just go tell him that you live with me and he will show you around?”
“I want to go home please?” I felt my hands starting to shake due to panicking.
“Laney please I want––”
I exhaled deeply through my nose. “Fine then, I will walk home.” I stated angrily, ending the phone call. I wasn't exactly mad at him, I was mad at myself for allowing him to take me to a bar like this. It was the only one near from the apartment, I knew there were more decent ones but Justin said he wouldn't want to drink and drive on a main road.
I turned on my heels and began walking towards our building. It was completely dark, the only source of light was the street lamps and they weren't all working. I had to use the flashlight application on my cell phone to light where I was going.
As I walked, I approached another creepy bar but this time, a bunch of men were outside with alcohol bottles clutched in their hands. My heart beat picked up, I was praying the whole time no body talks to me. All my thoughts turned to either rape, or death.
“Please God.” I whispered, straightening out the short black dress that I've chosen to wear. “Oh God.” I closed my eyes as I passed an old man sloppy kissing what seemed like a prostitute. I covered my virgin eyes, pacing my walk so I would get away from them fast.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I passed the bar finally, but then my heart started beating faster when I heard a car honk. I whipped my head to see two men in a black truck, the man in the passenger's seat had the window down and he was whistling at me. I started shaking uncontrollably; yep, I’m going to die tonight. That's my destiny, and no one can change it.
