She doesn’t respond, and I know I just humiliated her, so I let go of her wrist and say, “Look, I’m sorry. I’m a dick, I know. But I need you to leave,” before walking away and back to the bar.
“What the hell is up with you? That chick was all over your nuts,” Gavin says when I approach, knowing damn well who Gina is.
Ignoring him, I lean over the bar and holler, “Mel, I’ll be up in my office. I’ll come down later, okay?”
“Yeah, no problem, Ry,” she says as she’s mixing a drink.
Gavin catches my arm and questions, “Dude, seriously? What the hell is going on with you?”
Jerking out of his grip, I tell him, “Not in the mood.”
“You haven’t been for a couple weeks.”
“You wouldn’t get it, man,” I exhaust and then walk up to my office.
Shutting the door behind me, I flop down in the chair, and close my eyes.
“You’re the one that called 911, correct?”
“Where are they taking her?”
“You know her?”
“Is she gonna be okay?”
“Take your time. It’s important that we get a detailed account of everything that occurred. Everything you saw.”
My eyes pop open, wanting to escape the scene that keeps creeping in. The rouse of my stomach weighs heavy when realization hits. My actions, though acted out on a totally different scope, are the same as that f**ker who raped that girl. We both used someone to satisfy some twisted piece of our self with completely selfish intent. I’ve used so many people just to numb the ache I feel. Fuck.
I wonder how many girls I’ve hurt. I know of one for sure. She’s downstairs, and I just made it worse after throwing my words at her. What’s wrong with me?
I’m restless. It doesn’t matter where I am, it follows me. But I need to move, so I head back down, not knowing what else to do with myself. Mel can see right through me, telling me to go home. I say a few quick words to Jase and then do as Mel says and go home.
Chapter Seven
It’s been almost two months since I last saw Gina when she came by the bar. It’s been longer than that since I’ve been with a girl. Ever since that night in the alley, my mind hasn’t been in the same place. The images have started to fade, but I just can’t continue to use people like I used to. When I think about going out to find a hook-up, all I think about is that f**ker I let get away.
I never heard anything regarding my statement that the police collected, so I have to assume no charges were ever pressed or else I’m sure I would’ve been contacted by now. I’ve only ever mentioned that night to my mom and Max. I never told Gavin about what I saw. He’s still running his game and has been hanging out with a couple of his buddies more often, now that I’ve been lying low. It doesn’t bother me because I’ve been spending more time with Mark and Jase.
The two of them are pretty solid guys. Although they’re a few years younger and still in college, I feel like we’re on more of the same level than Gav and I are. We’ve been hanging out and hitting the gym on a pretty consistent basis. That, along with seeing them every Saturday night at the bar, we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well.
I ran into Gavin the other day, and he gave me some extra tickets to check out a band that Sub Pop is considering signing, so I invited Jase and Mark to meet me at The Crocodile where this band is going to be playing.
I throw on a black v-neck t-shirt, a pair of dark-wash jeans, and black boots. Running my fingers through my long hair that is due for a trim now that it’s hit my ears, I grab my keys and head out to my jeep. When I drive past, there is a huge crowd gathered where the legendary club is located. I park down the street and walk. Once inside, I make my way backstage where Gavin told me to meet him.
“Ryan, you made it,” he says when he spots me.
“I told you I would.”
“Just didn’t know if you were gonna bail.” He gives me a friendly clap on the shoulder and then introduces me to the band before we head out to the bar to get a drink.
Mark is already there waiting on the bartender to take his order when we approach.
“Hey, man,” I say to him. “When did you get here?”
“Just now. I ran into Mel’s husband a second ago.”
“Zane’s here?” I ask.
“Yeah. He’s around somewhere.”
“Mel here?”
“I don’t think so. Haven’t see her,” he responds.
“Mark, good to see ya,” Gavin says after he’s done putting in our drink order.
“You too. Thanks for the tickets.”
“Have you ever played here?” he asks Mark.
“Shit, I wish,” he laughs. “No, man. Before our gig at Ryan’s bar, we were just taking anything we could get.”
“I hear that a lot. Well, I gotta go meet a couple guys from work. I’ll see you all in a bit,” Gavin says as he grabs his beer and walks off.
I pick up the bottle that’s on the bar for me and take a long pull when I notice Jase isn’t around.
“Where’s Jase?”
“Got tied up with a friend. He’s not gonna make it,” he tells me.
“Tied up all night?”
He nods his head and explains, “Yeah. She’s going though some heavy stuff, so Jase is staying the night with her.” He takes a sip of his beer, and then adds, “He’ll be at the bar tomorrow though.”