I threw the shot of tequila to the back of my throat and slammed the glass down onto the counter in front of me.
I was doing everything to get my mind off of him: drinking, having sex with strangers and his best friend, popping pills here and there, and surviving the only way I knew how.
I looked down at my phone, an alert going off.
"GET SHELTER NOW. HOLD YOUR LOVED ONES CLOSE. THE WORLD AS WE KNEW IT IS OVER."
I furrowed my eyebrows, hearing the same alarm going off on everyone else's phone around the bar.
Everyone began to panic as they read the alert on their phone.
I looked to the door, watching everyone run out to their cars.
I grabbed another shot and downed it before grabbing my purse and leaving the bar.
I fumbled with my car keys before opening the car door and sitting down behind the wheel. I turned the radio on, hearing a public service announcement.
I turned the volume down before answering my phone.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
His voice made shivers go down my spine as I held the phone closer to my ear.
"Bar." I answered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"You need to get home." He replied.
I threw my phone into my seat after I heard the click—signaling that the call was over.
I groaned and picked up my phone to answer it.
"What?" I asked.
"Stay where you are. Traffic is bad, you'll never get home. We'll come to you." Devin, my brother, stated.
"I'm at the bar." I replied.
"I know." He replied.
"Who's we?" I asked.
"Me and Cheyenne." He answered.
"Who's that?" I inquired.
"Just stay inside your car, don't get out, don't let anyone in." He replied.
"Okay." I mumbled.
For some odd reason, I'm not scared. I'm excited.
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can you guess who "He" is?? ;))))))