A Touch Of Ruin

wn on the counter. I took a moment to catch my brea

the man behind the bar made his way t

ming the cup on the counter and alerting

h already?" Tivona, my best and only friend,

year of college. I had been lost and trying to make it to my next class when I met her. She had been k

th such grace. Grace, which I certainly didn’t have. Not to mention the fact that her

onetheless. I had long, wavy, fiery hair that stopped below my waistline, and my ocean-deep eyes did nothing but c

he day’s stress and drowning out the pain. What better way t

d quickly at her question but stopped when it made

ore slamming the bottle of vodka in front of me. I giggled at this, somehow finding his

ook at me, concerned. And as much as I fo

despite playing the good girl all my life, I knew how to hold

, and everyone seemed to be having fun. It wasn’t my first time in a club; st

nk, but fed up. I leaned my head on the counter of the bar, feeling sorry f

was I being played at again, just to have it stolen from me and given to

g to be the one to give and give and give t

world was against me, and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold ont

self yet another glass of vodka, when Tivona's h

er brows creased with concern. "We’ve been here for nearly an hour, and

g at it in frustration as hot, fiery tears brew across m

music. "Don’t tell me that scumbag g

n my fingers through my red hair again. "My effort and hard work wer

efore tying him up and running him down with my car over and over again. Then we can bury his body in a place no one will ever find out.

l, a good hiding location, and a cryptic place with no witnesse

we can fig

ure we can, but for now I just want to for

ied look returns to her face. Her hands found their way

n’t bother asking." She spoke out after som

do you

rstood what I might say. I could see the fury dances

s. "Don’t tell me you are still

like I hav

can start by walking away

way, not after putti

er. It has always been a dream of yours. I remembered how happy you had been when you landed a job at Glamour Galore. But this is ta

sn’t sure why I said that. It was not like I believed

his time I would finally be able to get to another height of my career. Instead of remaining a roo

thing that comes out of that lyi

ow? , like I said before, I wish to forget everything that happene

pissed at everything. She was very much aware of my mistreatment at my place of work, and I couldn’t count

so happened to be one of the top real estate companies in the

a good pay as well as a well-deserved income,

t working for her. Besides, I had always wanted to be a wedding planner. I guess doi

et another

w she wouldn’t get drunk from it, since she hardly ever gets drunk, b

our or two—before moving to the dance floor, staggering

ully, while my moves made it look like I was fighting back a pee, Or more like a tilapia out from the water. I

ial; I was b

king in the beautiful shinning light that

owed by a series of chuckles as

well? Did the humans catch you and hang you there? Don’t worry, I will save you." I s

to end up with a killer headache by tomorrow."

e asked when I turned to look a

. shimmerlybubbledo

wh

ubbledoo and his friends have been taken and enslaved to do work; we need to

ll." Xena asks with a

her lips, looking around to make

ff, before you do anything you and i both know you would regret.

hand while stumbling about with my other hand raised to the c

hey would be just fine." Xena says, dragging m

. Shimmerlybubbledoo...., Mr. shimmerlybubbledoo....” I yelled once we got out of the club, getting a