Not Easily Forgotten

~Chapter One Smash and Dash~

How could Walt bring me here as his girlfriend and not put me on the list with him?

I scouted around looking for a plain blue shirt with a vest and a mess of curly blonde hair.  I finally spotted him, but seeing his position did not make me happy.

I stumbled over to him and crossed my arms looking at him.  Both girls besides him had too short of dresses and too much make-up with their arms all around his waist.  He finally looks up from snorting a pile of what looks to be sugar but is really cocaine.

“Darling, you made it in.” He put on a smile “Why don’t you join us?” Walt put out his arms to emphasize joining him.

“I told you I don’t do that stuff.  You told me you’ve only done it once and would never do it again.” I whine at him.  I knew I sounded like a baby, but I was drunk so anything goes.

“Who is this girl?” One of the hookers besides him asked.

I glared at her before Walt answered “My girl”.

“But I thought we were your girls” The other girl pouted at him while scooting closer to him.

“You’re all my girls” he said still with an accent.

“Walt, I’m not any girl, I’m your girlfriend.  If you still want me to be your girlfriend you’ll leave with me now because I’m not willing to share.”  I put my hands on the coffee table and looked into his blue eyes.

“Come on love don’t be like that.  We can all have fun.”  His pupils were dilated and his breath smelt terrible.

“There’s no way I’m going to get high off of cocaine and have fun at the same time with these sluts of yours.  And like I said I don’t do cocaine and share my boyfriend” The girls gave me daggers for that comment and jump off the seat.

“Yeah right we’re sluts, so says the girl who can’t keep her man on a leash.” I started to get real angry now and a drunken angry Olivia wasn’t a fun Olivia.

“At least I can tell a horrible fake British accent from a real one!” I raised my voice louder than intended.

“You’re a bitch! No wonder why Will-“

“Walt” he quickly corrects her

“Walt doesn’t want to spend time with you.” The red head hooker said.

I tossed my drink in her face, “Well Walt doesn’t like sluts that are too easy too.” I said back to her then faced Walt, “If you want someone like that then fine we’re done.  Also you aren’t going to get that acting gig with that terrible accent.”

“Security!” the other hooker yells.

“Don’t bother I’m leaving. Oh and Walt” I said quickly before the bald bouncer grabs my arm “You’re an ass.” That’s what drugs will do to you.

He gave me a cold hard stare and said, “See you later darling”. The other hookers then tried to comfort him, but he pushed them away.  I didn’t know what he did next but it sounded like he through his cup at the nearest wall because there was a sound of shattering glass.

“Let me go now!” I yelled at the bouncer.  I felt a cool blast of air when I realized we were outside behind the warehouse.

“Don’t drive home.” He pointed at me then locked the door behind him.

“Gee, thanks for the helpful tip!” I flung my arms up into the air.

Oh great, I forgot my purse inside.  How am I going to get home now?

I walked out the alley still tipsy from my drinks and looked out at the street with the taxi’s and cars going by. 

Uh, not my finest moment; I walked along the side of the warehouse hoping to get to the front when an older middle aged man came up beside me and asked, “Are you Olivia Bechenshaw?”

“Yeah, why?” I glanced over at him and noticed the camera around his neck, “shit.”  My face is going to be plastered on a magazine when I’m drunk out of my mind.

He started to take pictures when I held up my hand to my face.  “Screw-off” I snickered at him.

Apparently, when someone says screw-off you are supposed to go on your merry way, but no; not with this guy. I’m about to grab the camera from with guy and smash it into the brick wall next to me when I hear a shout.

“Liv!” I looked around, but still didn’t see anyone that called me by my nickname. I continued to walk with the paparazzi on my shoulder when a man sprints across the street towards me.

“Hey Liv- whoa, you look terrible.” It took me a minute to recognize the chocolate brown eyes and brown with a tint of red hair guy.

“Wow Patrick thanks, at least I know I can always get your honest opinion.” I added with sarcasm.

“Come on Liv, you know I didn’t mean it like that.  I haven’t seen you in what? A couple of years and um… your hair is brown.”  He said with more interest.

I stared at the ground and felt an overwhelming need to hurl, “My… hair was so…I’m gonna be sick.” I ran to the nearest trash can and threw up.  The vile taste filled my mouth and tears formed in my eyes.  Flashes brighten up the area when I finally realized that the paparazzi were still here. “Please stop” I begged the person.

Patrick looked back and advanced on the paparazzi.  The paparazzi backed away and ran.  He laughed, “I knew if I looked angry enough he would stop.” His laughter dies in his throat, “Hey, let me drive you home.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need your pity.” I mumbled into the trash can.  I fixed my posture and met his warm eyes.  I walked over to the brick wall and leaned up against it, “I’ll just walk.”

“Trust me I do not pity you.  I know how it feels to be out of it and not have a way home.  It would have been nice if someone was there for me.”  I nodded my head yes and Patrick started to dig in his pockets for his keys, “You know what, I think I left my keys in the car. It’s just down the street, don’t go anywhere; I’ll bring it down.” He jogged down the street.

I decided to go stand in the street light instead of the dark when I saw you know who leaving the club, Walt.  He has the red haired girl and another hooker on both of his sides.

I’m not one to just let bygones be bygones; I have a tendency to hold a grudge.  What Walt Russell needs is a swift kick in the family jewels to teach him a lesson that I’m not girl to be trifled with.

 I hurried down the sidewalk tripping on every little thing it seemed like when they cross the street.  I checked both ways and crossed the street following them into the parking lot.  I’m too late and they are already in the car. 

I headed back out to the crosswalk when I saw a speeding car come close up, but I continue to walk since it’s the law to stop for someone crossing on the crosswalk. 

I was so wrong assuming that that car would stop especially when in that brief moment of my head connecting with the window shield and the snapping of my leg like a twig the driver was no one else, but the only Walt Russell.

A blanket of darkness covers my body as I fall heavily into a deep state of shock.

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