Spilled Wine

Chapter Six

   To my disappointment I open my eyes.

I had hoped I could've stayed in my dream where no strange men came into my life and one of my best friends kept secrets from me. But the moment I opened my eyes the new life I had built came crashing down and I was back to where I was last night.

Alone and confused.

I cant ask Jessica and bring her into this mess. She'd end up getting hurt.

Emily has already denied multiple time about encountering the man we saw last night but I know that look was more than just her gaping in awe at his looks. She knows something and I intend to find out.

I sit up in bed and stretch and throw my hands onto my white duvet. I stare into nothingness and think about how I'm going to go about the day. I'm not going to automatically start bombarding Emily with questions because she'll automatically shut me out. I'm going to pretend that night never happened and see if I can get her to accidentally spill it.

Maybe I'll get her drunk and see if  she'll blurt it out.

'That's now how you should do it!'  My subconscious replies.

You think she'll tell you willingly?

Silence...

That's what I thought.

***

After I get ready I walk to the kitchen and see Jessica rummaging through the fridge and Emily sipping on her coffee. I look at her and she quickly averts her eyes from mine. I raise an eyebrow and walk my way over to Jess. I lean close her her and yell in her ear.

'Boo!'

She jumps and grabs the fridge to steady herself. Her chest rising and falling quickly trying to scavenge for air.

"That wasn't funny, Amelia!" She tuts.

I laugh "Oh quite contrary, Miss Mary, I think it was hilarious!"

She shakes her head and a small laugh bubbles out between her lips as she continues looking for something she can deem as breakfast.

"Hey, do you guys wanna head over to Denny's for breakfast?" I ask

Emily instantly bounces off the counter "Oh my God, yes that sounds amazing! I'm dying for their pancakes."

Jess and I hum in agreement and I usher all of us down the hall to go look presentable.

But the green painting we have hung on the wall catches my eye and makes me stop dead in my tracks. I look at the splashes of green in different shades and I catch myself comparing it to his eyes. But his didn't match any on the painting. His were a different color all together. A green that was calming yet so undeniably electrifying.

His eyes rake over me and all of a sudden the disgusting smell of sweat and alcohol and the screaming of partygoers fade away. In that exact moment all I could think about was him and the gorgeous swirls of Black in on his arms that I wanted to run my hands over. Who knows where else those tattoos led...

Stop it, Amelia! You don't like him. He's a bad man and he's the type of man mom told us to stay away from!

Mom also told us not to run with scissors but Vivian still has the scar from second grade.

***

When everyone has organized themselves and gotten ready, we got in the car and headed towards the dinner while making small talk along the way.