Forever Yours (#2) by Deila Longford Read Free Book Online

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then I turn my attention back to Ryan.
    “ Okay, see you soon,”
    “ Bye babes,”
    I toss my phone onto my bed and I smooth out my borrowed
dress. I apply a little coat of lip gloss and I pull my hair around
both sides of my neck, shielding my wounds from view. I take a look
at myself in the mirror, I press my lips together and then I grab
my shoulder bag from my bed as I march over to the door.
    “ Bye Pebbles,” I say as gently stroke the top of my cats head.
She briefly meows and I smile and close the door on my way out. I
glide down the stairs, being extra careful as I don’t want to trip
in my borrowed heels. I reach the living room and I pop my head
around the corner, smiling at my Uncle as I do.
    “ You off out, bugs?” I laugh at my uncle’s silly nickname, I
can’t remember how I got the name bugs, but it has seemed too
stick. Everyone at AL’s garage calls me bugs and it can be a little
annoying, especially when the younger guys who work there call me
it as well.
    “ Yeah, I might be late, is that okay?” I ask as I pull my hair
across my neck. My uncle nods and then he smiles at me –agreeing
with my question.
    “ It’s fine, but be careful,” I nod, and then I rush out of the
front door and into my beat up truck. I switch on the ignition and
the engine lets out a tired roar. I push my foot down onto the gas
pedal and my truck slowly pulls away.
    I reach the parking lot of the bar and I grab the gift bag and
birthday card from the seat. I take a deep breath and I step out
into the cold evening of Portland. I glide into the bar; Charlene,
Elliot and Ryan are already here, so I walk over to their table.
Charlene rushes to her feet when she sees me and I wrap my arms
around her neck, wishing her a happy birthday. Charlene is dressed
in a black dress, her jet black hair is flowing down her back and
her dark eyes are sparkling. She pulls back from me –taking in my
feminine appearance.
    “ Don’t you look good,” she says as she twirls me around. I
blush and then I take a seat at the small round table. Elliot is
dressed smartly in light blue jeans and a white and blue stripped
shirt, his light brown hair is flicked in an Elvis like quiff and
his grey eyes are glossed over –I think he is drunk already. Ryan
is more causal in his appearance, he is dressed in a simple black
shirt and dark blue jeans, his black shaggy hair is messy and his
lips quirk up at the sides as he locks his eyes on mine.
    “ You want a drink? I’m going to the bar?”
    “ Yes, please,” I say, flashing him my awkward smile as she
rises from his seat. Elliot reaches out and playfully kisses
Charlene on the cheek, I smile at their affection and then my heart
breaks –again. I wish that I had that type of relationship with
Dalton; I wish that we could hold hands and playfully kiss each
other. I wish that he would just snap out of his delusion and tell
me that he cares. I shake my head –I must not think about him, it’s
too hard. I make a pact with myself, for the rest of the night I
will not let Dalton enter my head. Oh crap how am I going to do
that when he is all that I think about? Alcohol –that’s what I
need. Ryan walks back over to the table, carrying a tray of beers
and tequila shots. He places the tray down onto the table and I
instantly grab a shot, I tilt my head back and the liquor pours
down my throat. Ryan laughs at my actions and Elliot has a smart
comment.
    “ Look who’s suddenly fun!” Charlene playfully slaps Elliot and
then I grab the beer, downing it in one massive sip. The taste is
bitter, but I want more, I want to numb the pain of my broken
heart.
    Two hours and nine beers later, I am drunk and dancing wildly.
The music is loud and I can’t stay still at the beat. My hips are
shaking with the music and everyone is flashing, green, blue and
pink. The disco lights are bright and my head is beginning to pound
from the noise, but I ignore it as Ryan grabs me by the waist. He
spins me around