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 this happen

“What do you mean? Do you know him?”

if I fucked him?” Her brow arched.

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 her words.

about who you sleep with, Megan—”

are you here and why did you have to

don’t know. Can I get you something for your

handle of her car. “I don’t need your help. Not now. You should’ve talked

do you—?”

“It means I

ever cared about came flashing back in my mind, making me shuddered. It felt like she was telling me that I was a terrible person. After all, she was right, and I felt guilty about

fault she was harassed, but I had the feeling

even care? Of course, I knew the answer.

my shoulder after placing an order to the

a glass and poured ice cubes for the order Whiskey on the rocks.

He gestured his head to

gaze from her shoulder down to her spine. I felt the rush of blood surging through

she?” I cleared my throat. My mouth dried. “I-I

near my girls. I may need to look for a new job if Hughes and Williams touch a strand f

***

No, Mama!

breath. Thankfully, it was just abrupt than the previous nights. I walked toward my kitchen with sweat dripping from my forehead. I grabbed a glass, filling water from the faucet and let

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

means I don’t need you, okay?”

don’t. You’re a big

showered, dressed, and already standing in front of the tattoo parlor, Fluer.

“Coming?”

opened for me. His body was tattooed just like mine, but he was skinnier

diagnosed Diabetic. And I felt bad that as

“Still adjusting, but she’ll be fine. It runs in the family anyway.

two shaded lamps were hanging loosely from the dark ceiling. Their masterpiece designs were framed and nailed proudly on

again, showing me his new design on the

down at the screen. It was a Hawk with fierce, blazing red eyes 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 and excruciating pain to

he asked again

slim face, finding him showing me his signature grin and gleaming brown

word to say than just good.” His shoulders drooped, walking away to the long black counter. He placed the iPad on top,

could appreciate a good one. And good was not the right word for his aesthetic

scowl off your face. That can bring bad luck for the business.” I walked past him to the hallway. There were six small

“Yeah.”

of the needle piercing my skin when I got my first tattoo, but nothing could compare to the agonizing pain on why I had to ink myself.

on the single panel glossy black door, Alan said to come

closed the door behind me.

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

and leaned my elbow on his wooden desk. Bartending

wanna attract unwanted attention. Did you understand me?”

rubbed my clean-shaven chin, waiting

moment, squinting his sharp whiskey-colored eyes on me. “How was