The cool, stale air of the bar enveloped me into a breathtaking embrace. The cunning glances from the bottles invited me in with an intoxicating kiss. My feet began to move underneath me; my impulses engulfing my better judgment, till I felt my rear fall down on the cheap vinyl covering of the barstool; a feeling I had grown all too dependent on. I glanced up from the floor, suddenly becoming aware to my surroundings, to see a large man standing over me; I was taken aback by his chiseled jaw and toned arms. "Who are you?" I stammered, unsure of where this small voice was coming from. I had always been a fairly confident woman. Sort of. Not really. but my pride would never ever let me admit such. My eyes met his again and I repeated myself, this time with a certain tinge of venom managing to lace itself into my voice; "Who the hell are you?"
He glared at me, obviously somewhat surprised by my nerve; the exact reaction I was wanting to get. He grinned and turned away, making his way towards the door. I chuckled; the nerve some people have.
The bartender came up to me "Hey there sunshine," he whispered; his breath reeking of stale cigarettes and ill intentions. "What will you be having tonight?"
I turned away, trying to ignore his obvious advances, and looking back towards the door. I needed to get out of here. I needed to find a way out. But how?
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Grace
Novela Juvenil"The world is dark," she said her words with the tender hearted numbness that only she could explain "It's cold, and it's dark, and there's no good way out of it." Grace was born under unusual circumstances. Her father passed away when she was 12, a...
