Taken

•thirteen•

/ Cher /

"Get up."

"Hello."

"Ma'am, we're closed. Please leave now."

Everything was bright. And loud.

I winced as I lifted my hundred pound head off the bar. I totally had forgotten where I was.

"Do I need to call someone for ya? Get out of my bar buddy, go home."

I blinked, and looked around the place I was in. "No, I'm leaving." I said, and grabbed my jacket.

I hopped off the stool I was on and tried to regain my balance. My hands roamed my body looking for my phone as I stumbled out of the door into the cold.

"Hello?"

"Paulette," I spoke.

"Thank God. Where are you?" She instantly said. 

I turned around, "uh, Fireside."

Paulette hung up the phone. I put my phone in my pocket and stumbled around my current location.

I looked into the window of the bar I was just in and watched the news. The current forecast. Then it switched to the anchors discussing some other topic.

Then her face popped up with the word "found" at the top in big letters.

I sighed. I needed to prepare to go to jail. There was nothing I could do anymore for her for her safety, either.

I knew she was going to rat me out and soon enough there was going to be a search party for me.

Eventually, Paulette pulled up. She got out of the car and rushed over to me. "Are you hurt?" She's asked frantically. "No, Paulette I'm fine. I have a headache from hell and starving." I told her.

She sighed and put her hand on my arm. "Let's go." She told me, and I got in her passenger seat.

I stared in front of me as I felt the heat from the car soothe me. Paulette got in the car and peeled away from my last night's festivities.

It was quiet until she pulled up to a mcdonald's drive-thru.

I gave her a look. "Don't start with me. What do you want?" She asked.

               
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"Oh my God will you calm down?" Paulette told me. "No, I won't. I have to leave as soon as possible."

Paulette and I were currently at her house, and I was flipping out. We were eating mcdonald's and she had given me tylenol.

"Have you seen the news? Her face is plastered everywhere. I'm fucked. I can't stay here for long, I have to call my people and leave." I said.

"Have you watched the news? She hasn't done a single interview and your name hasn't popped up anywhere."

I furrowed my brows. "odd." Escaped my lips. But why hasn't she told anyone yet?

We were sitting in front of the TV now, and watched as Juliet's picture once again popped up on the screen.

"See." Paulette spoke.

"That doesn't mean she won't. I still have to call everyone." I said and got up, pulling my phone out. Paulette then got up. "Wait. What if we can ask Juliet why she hasn't told yet?" She asked.

I gave her a look. "Yeah, right. I doubt she'd want to see me ever again after all the hell I've put her through and  to be honest, I'm not sure if I'm ready to see her either." I said.