Fifty Seven

I knew sooner or later, that my past is going to catch up with me and they are going to find me, but not this soon. The minute I heard her voice, I ended the call and blocked the number. Knowing I may not be safe outside and they could be watching me, I hurry back into the club and book a ride. I return to the bar and order more alcohol shots even though I’m a hundred percent sure my body can’t handle more alcohol.

I have to. I need to. My hands are clammy and the hairs on my back are all standing out. I’m paranoid, scared, and angry. How did she get my number? Who gave her my number? I’ve been careful, there was no way they’d found me this sooner, maybe a few years from now and not today. Have they been watching me and I didn’t know?

How did she even get my number?

I throw my head back and gulp two shots at the same time. I scrunch my face when the liquid burns my throat. My head is pounding already and I’m more agitated than I was earlier.

I grab the third shot but a hand sho