Forrest

FORREST

Where the fuck is she?

SHE JUST left! I was just waiting for my break to chat with her, then I found her seat empty. There was no way she went with that jackass!

I had a few ideas about Megan’s history of hook-ups, but I was the last person to judge her—she was a consenting adult. I just didn’t want her to mix with that scumbag of all the people because he had a flashy card at his disposal.

“I’ll be right back.” I patted Dice on his shoulder and took off my apron.

My blood was already boiling, and I badly wanted to light a stick if I wasn’t still working. I strode toward the exit, hoping to apologize for butting into their chin-wag earlier.

She couldn’t have gone far. The smell of pees and cigarette assaulted my senses as I scanned the area where Megan could possibly park her car. I sprinted to the parking lot, thankfully, her car tail lights were still on.

A red haze gathered behind my eyelids as soon as I spotted her outside her car.

Shit!

“Megan!” I ran toward her, already quivering with rage. Pictures of her being harassed flashed in my brain when I noticed her on the ground, leaning against her car, seemingly shaking with her face buried in her hands.

As I got closer, I could hear her sobs that had me perplexed for a moment. This couldn’t be from drinking. I’d been watching her drunk her ass for years, and she was only on her second shot.

“Megan, are you okay?” I knelt in front of her and held her arms.

“Get off of me!” She jerked away from my grasp, terrified.

“It’s alright. It’s me, Forrest. Are you okay?” I spelled out and held her tightly as I inspected her for possible injury.

“I don’t need you! All of you, assholes!” She yelled between sobs.

“Just tell me if you’re okay to drive home and I won’t bother you again.” Damn it! What am I even doing here? It was because she was a friend of my girls, and they would knee my balls if they found out I left their best friend alone. And she’s Megan, dumbass!

“Just leave me alone.”

I loosened her arms on my grip, and there was no way I would hurt her further. When she tried to stand up, I followed suit and took a step back. And that was when a chill of apprehension swept over me. Her nose was bleeding and had a hand imprinted on her left cheek.

I was already balling my hands into fists before I could ask her. “Who the fuck did that to you?”

“I’m fine. Just go. Why do you even suddenly care?” She wiped off the bloodstain with the back of her hand and gave me a cold stare.

She’s a total mess. She wasn’t like this. I wondered what happened to her for the past few days. The Megan I knew was funny and flirty who didn’t filter and never cared how people would judge her. But this woman in front of me was a completely different person. She’s lost.

“Is that a handprint of that motherfucker?” The urge to lifting my hand to wipe the blood from her nose had me shaking.

Her chest puffed out, ready to throw me a pit. She was still crying though. Tears were streaming down her smeared face.

“If you didn’t stick your nose into and humiliate him in the first place, he wouldn’t have come to do this to me!”

I had to look away and gulped down an inhale of air. “He’s a jackass, Megan, but I shouldn’t have done that. I apologize for my abominable behavior earlier.”

“Just leave me alone. I’ll live, and it’s not the first time like

do you mean? Do

mean if I fucked him?” Her brow arched.

I winced at her bluntness. There was something inside me triggered, and I didn’t even want to think about it right now. It just hardened and twisted my gut even though I knew her who never care to filter

who

and why did you have to

something for your nose?” Jesus! I was a

She rolled her eyes and grabbed the door handle of her car. “I don’t need your help. Not now. You

do you—?”

“It means I

back in my mind, making me shuddered. It felt like she was telling me that I was a terrible person. After all, she was

jaw as I tried controlling my mouth not to say any words anymore. It was my fault she was harassed, but I had the feeling that that jackass would just hurt her even

care? Of course, I knew the answer.

tapped my shoulder after placing an order to the bearded

“Yup?” I grabbed a glass and poured ice cubes for the order

his head to

barely see them, but one thing that caught my attention was the bare back of the woman in a red dress with a chin-length haircut. I forced a swallow as I strolled my gaze from her shoulder down to her spine. I felt the rush of blood surging through

I cleared my throat. My mouth

tonight. Damn it! Why here? Don’t let those two manwhores get near my girls. I may need to look for a new job if Hughes and Williams touch a strand f hair of any of them. And I swear to god I will break their faces,

***

Mama! No, Mama!

sweat dripping

sunrise streaking through the window. I couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly. What happened at the parking lot edged

“It means I don’t need

“Of course, you don’t. You’re

and already standing in front of the tattoo parlor,

“Coming?”

opened for me. His body was tattooed just like mine, but he was skinnier than me. If I haven’t known

“Yeah.” I got in. “How’s your sister?” His sister was newly diagnosed Diabetic. And I felt

“Still adjusting, but she’ll be fine. It runs in the family anyway. My skinny ass is just waiting for its turn.”

lamps were hanging loosely from the dark ceiling. Their masterpiece designs were

approached again, showing me his new design on the iPad.

that screamed chaos. Its frightening black shiny wings spread widely that could soar across the sky. The striking claws were long, black, sharp, and curve pointed downward promising hideous scars

do you think?” he asked again impatiently.

face, finding him showing me his signature grin and gleaming

this since the shop opened this morning. You should have at least a better word to say than just good.” His shoulders drooped, walking away to the long black counter. He placed the iPad on top, collapsed himself on the

was terrible at anything related to art, but I could appreciate a good one. And good was not the right word for his aesthetic work. I gave him

your face. That can bring bad luck for the business.” I walked past him to the

“Yeah.”

piercing my skin when I got

knocking softly on the single panel glossy

closed the door

 tonight?” A grayed-hair sixty-six old man looked up at me. For his age, he was still a diet conscious and managed to stay fit. Though he had already wrinkles, and his olive skin started to sag around his neck, he was stronger as a horse.

“I do.” I slumped my back on the black chair and leaned my elbow on his wooden desk. Bartending was exhausting and tricky, but I

“Keep your heads down. You don’t wanna attract unwanted attention. Did you

waiting for him to talk.

squinting his sharp whiskey-colored eyes on me. “How was your trip?”