hitch. This was what I did;
I’d been alone my whole life until now. It made things complicated, and I
didn’t like complicated even though I did love him. “I never asked you to come
with me.”
“Good because I don’t plan to,”
Ryan said, finally turning to me with eyes blazing. I tried to focus on him,
but I was abruptly drawn to the cowboy and bartender next to us. Their
conversation had stopped and the cowboy had thrown a few bills on the bar. He
got up from the bar and vanished through the crowd.
“Good.” I slid my beer back on the
counter, moving off the seat to stand next to him. I felt a strong squeeze on
my right arm, just below my scar. The pink skin flared, the pain of the bullet
entering my arm rattled my body.
“Where are you going?” Ryan
demanded, pulling me closer to him.
“Bathroom,” I replied, yanking my
arm back as he shook his head.
Drink up, Ryan. The drunker he was,
the easier it would be to leave. I pretended that it didn’t matter; I pretended
that for the first time, I didn’t feel something stirring in my gut. It was a
foreign feeling to me, a sentiment of guilt I didn’t like. As quickly as it
came, it disappeared as he turned back to face the bar. I wouldn’t change now,
not for anyone or anything. I was Evie Parker. I would do what I did best. Run.
I passed the dance floor that had
been cleared, my boots treading carefully along the alcohol-splashed wood.
Streams of rainbow-colored beams flashed before my eyes, the strobe jarring my
movements as I moved toward the hallway where the crowd had disappeared. I hit
the hallway, stopping at the crowd before I pushed forward into the shadowed
opening. A sea of neon glow-in-the-dark necklaces illuminated
in the cloud of black as I slid past a girl with spiked hair and a silver ring
in her eyebrow. Her beady eyes glowed in the light of the necklace
bouncing on her chest. She flashed her tongue out, licking it out like a
lizard, to reveal two small pink pills not yet dissolved.
Where the hell was I?
She flipped her tongue back in
before letting out a high-pitched cackle. I tucked underneath the man to my
right, his huge arms lifting up as I maneuvered through before he brought them
back down. The clearing to the right was close, only a few steps away.
“Molly,” a woman’s voice dripped in
my ear.
I paused, not responding to the
name or to her fervent stare, but I knew she was talking to me. Molly? I’ve
been called a lot of things, but never Molly. It took me a second to realize
that she was referring to the drug. I shook my head and pushed forward, weaving
through the last two people to lean against the outer wall.
I was in a rave.
The dark room flashed at once to
the bass, a loud thump resounding against the walls, until it was black again.
Hundreds of neon rings glowed throughout the space while the crowd shrieked as
another beat bounced, the light flashing again. And that’s when I saw the
crowd, a sea of hundreds of people in a wide-open gymnasium-type room.
Where had all these people come
from?
I felt a bump against my shoulder
as the third beat sounded with the accompanying flash of light; a man in a
white t-shirt appeared beside me with a cup in his hand. I felt a cool splash
of liquid trickle down my leg, his cup overflowing as he raised it in the air.
I clenched my fists and curled my fingernails deep into my palms to refrain
from punching him.
“Bathroom?” I yelled between the beats and the flashes. He pointed across the floor through
the hundreds of heads to the opposite side of the room then went back to
nodding his head with his eyes closed.
I scanned the rest of the room when
another light flashed. The beats were coming now in rapid succession and the
rainbow lights flashed almost continuously, but there were no doors that I
could see. I was better off going back where I had come from. Ryan would see me,
but he wasn’t going to stop me. He couldn’t, not now.
The music suddenly flared open as
the