Sunday Night.
Going out with Teresa Josh, my new so-called friend.
I hesitated leaving him sleeping alone at night but I was assured he will be safe.
We decided to meet in a bar as her place was far and I never raised the topic of us together in my house.
The place was crowdy, sweaty and smelled sex but was breathable. I hopped onto one of the barstools, ordered margarita. She wasn't here yet. I looked around to pass time. Kids were shitting. I took a sip from my drink after it arrived. My eyes caught the sight of Hugo Lochlan, he is my neighbor and literally owns the overall south coast beach business.
It was impossible for him to notice me in such a thick crowd so I started towards him. He is not only my neighbor but also a good friend. The merry flashy places were his pass time.
I was behind him when someone grabbed my arm and dragged me back. I looked behind to find a middle aged bald man in a black fitting suit. He shook his head at me, I furrowed my brows and tilted my head questioning him. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. I was gestured to leave the businessman alone. He let go of arm and I obliged.
Why would Hugo be in a meeting in a place like this. He was formally dressed though.
I never saw him surrounded with bodyguards.
The same guards as the three I encountered on the rainy night.
I was back to my old spot. I was solving the mystery that caught my interest. The drinks didn't enticed me now.
I received a text from terresa. She had arrived. I texted her back and she was soon at my face.
"I'm sorry Zenovi, I didn't meant to be late but this guy takes all the time in the world showering after he comes back home." Teresa lightly punched on the guys arm.
The guy stood behind teresa but stuck close to her. He was protective of her.
"Albert meet Zenovia Macrell. Zenovia, this is Albert Roscoe. My fiancée and is in the Gastroenterology department in our hospital." Teresa was happy as she introduced us. Albert stretched out his hand and I gladly shook it.
He is a blonde, like teresa he was older than me.
few inches taller than teresa,
Unlike him she belonged to the Gastroenterology department. I wondered how they met. I didn't asked her though, I had a feeling she will burst out with her stories any moment even if I don't encourage her to. I unconsciously smiled. It was hard not to. I liked her company. We shifted to the corner, they took their seats, and teresa sat in the middle.
We bitched about patients and our superiors but it was teresa whose sympathy for the sick fellows poured out and eventually her tears were on display, it was obviously because of the vodka shots she's chugging down per sentence spoken. Eventually we all had heart wrenching stories of the suffering patients to share.
I realized By sharing others misery we were only multiplying our grievances.
I experienced all sorts of emotions during the time spent with teresa. I also enjoyed the fact how Albert was taking care of teresa when she was high, maybe that's why he held himself back, compared to the two of us he was the sober one.
I glanced around the club, Hugo was nowhere to be seen. I Guess he left. The emergency tone rang from my phone, I grew alert. I hurriedly placed it under my cautious gaze.
The guest room window broke. That was it. I quickly got up. Paid the bill. Did my farewell and press pedal to the metal.
I left the guest room door open in case he ever wakes up, I also left a piece of paper on the side table with the password to the main door written on it. If someone barged in from outside.. I was at risk.
I didn't call the police. Instincts rotted my brain cells. I knew the man sleeping in my house was someone from deeper chaos.
I already sent instructions to the security system's program to open both the entrance doors before I arrive to conserve time.
As soon as I reached, I rushed upstairs to the obvious room.
The wounded rascal was lying on the floor, still breathing, eyes closed. He passed out. Examining the hot mess he had turned this room into. I understood the situation.
I left, during that time he must've woken up and gotten confused by the changes in the surroundings, then he must've rememberd his last memory before the encounter with me that led him here, he must be furious. He threw the chair towards the glass door, nothing broke, so he picked up random things that his petty hands could get a grasp of in order to damage anything in sight. He was still packed here, so finally he anyhow dragged himself to the window and crashed himself onto it, stumbled on one of the things he threw himself and fell unconscious.
I will get back at you. I swear.
I was still half drunk. My headached. Still I had to be careful so I inspected each and every corner of the house before falling limp on the bed. I didn't picked him up, he is two times heavy to carry when passed out. Besides I'm currently half the times he weights. Neither did I cleaned his room. It was hectic. But I was glad it wasn't a call for for serious damage.
If I had called police. I would've found myself into double-trouble.
I need one more drink.
