by E. K. Blair
I sit in my office at the bar, drinking beer and not getting much work done at all. Last night was messed up, and I know I can’t be doing that shit again. I need something else to focus on, so I spent the morning clearing the images off of my camera and loading them onto my computer to start editing and enhancing. I figure I can work on those to suck up all the free time I seem to have on my hands at night now.
When the door to my office opens, Jase walks in.
“Hey, man,” he says as he walks straight to the little fridge that’s behind my desk that I keep stocked with beer.
“Can you toss me another one of those?” I ask as I throw my empty bottle into the trash.
Handing me the beer, he asks, “So, you been up here all day?”
“Pretty much. You know how Saturdays are—crazy as hell all day.” I take a drink and then add, “Missed you last night. Mark said you got hung-up with a friend.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. She’s been going through a rough time, so I decided to stay with her last night.”
“You missed a pretty good show,” I tell him, referring more to his boyfriend than the band.
“That’s what Mark said.”
I can’t help but laugh at the thought of him last night. “Your guy’s a little crazy when he drinks.”
“I’m not even gonna ask, but he was in a piss-ass mood when I saw him earlier.”
“Ha! I bet. He drank a shitload, probably hungover as fuck.”
We both laugh when the door opens and Mark walks through. “What’s so funny?” he asks as he stands there.
“You, man,” I chuckle.
“If this is about last night, I don’t even wanna know what the hell I did. My head has been pounding all damn day, and now I have to play for the next two hours.”
“Go find Max. He always has earplugs,” I tell him.
“Not a bad idea.” Turning to Jase he asks, “Can I stay with you tonight? My new roommate just decided to tell me that he’s throwing a party tonight.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
“Well, I gotta run. I just wanted to catch you,” he says before he heads back down to the bar.
I start to shut down my computer when I ask, “So, is she okay?”
“Who?”
“Your friend. The one you were with last night,” I say.
Standing up, I grab my beer and start to head out when Jase stands to follow me, saying, “She’s getting there.”
Since that night at The Crocodile a few weeks ago, I’ve been out of touch with Gavin and spending more time with Jase and Mark. I hit the coast the other week to get a break and do some surfing. I’ve finished working on several of the photos that were stored on my camera and picked up the mattings from the framer yesterday. I don’t know what I plan on doing with them, but I spent so much time working on them, that I felt like I needed to finish them off by getting them matted.
I had to call Tori to let her know I wouldn’t be making it back home for Halloween. I know she was disappointed, but Michael has had some things come up at home and hasn’t been at the bar very much. Not sure what’s going on with him, but I’ve had to be at work more than usual, covering for him.
Pulling out my phone, I open up my video chat and connect to Tori. I promised her I would call to say hi to Connor and Bailey before they leave to go trick-or-treating.
The call connects, and I see Tori when she answers.
“Hey, Ryan,” she says, and I can tell she’s flustered. The background is filled with the kids laughing and being loud as usual.
“You look rough,” I tease.
“Connor had a Halloween party at a play date we went to earlier, so the kid is hopped up on sugar,” she explains.
“Put him on. I wanna see him.”
“Connor, Uncle Ry is on the phone,” she hollers over her shoulder, and I see a miniature Superman with not-so-miniature padded muscles.
“Buddy! When have you been hitting the gym?” I ask.
“I have muscles,” he says and then crooks his arm up with an intense face and growls, “Arrrr.”
I laugh at his mock intensity and say, “Dude, you’re getting bigger than me.”
“Show me yours, Uncle Ryan,” he requests.
Crooking my arm in the same way he did, and giving him the intensity right back, I flex and growl, “Arrrr.”
His eyes grow big, in the way only an innocent four-year-old’s can, and he says, excitedly, “Wow!”
“Yeah, man. Keep lifting those weights, and you’ll get big guns like me.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Tori teases as she pops her head back on to the screen.
“Hey, Connor. Don’t let your mommy make fun of me, okay?”
“Mommy, be nice,” he scolds her, and I let out a laugh.
“Where’s your sister, little man?”
I watch as he runs off, red cape flying behind him. These kids have a way, in a matter of only seconds, of putting me on top of the world. I doubt I’ll ever have any of my own, so I try to get the most out of my cousins’ children.
“Here she is,” I hear Tori say as she hoists Bailey onto her lap.
She’s the sweetest little poodle I have ever seen. “My little angel’s a poodle,” I say, not able to wipe the smile off my face. The cuteness is too much.
“Say hi,” Tori encourages, as Bailey raises her chubby arm and waves at me before pointing, pressing her finger against the screen and saying, “Wy-Wy.”
“That’s right. It’s Ry-Ry,” she says to Bailey.
“Give Ry-Ry kisses,” I tell her.
Perking her lips, she gives me an exaggerated, “Muah.”
“Muah,” I give her back in return.
“Are you coming for Thanksgiving?” Connor asks when he walks up, standing next to Tori and Bailey.
“Yeah, buddy, I am. Promise! I miss you guys so much, you know that?”
“I miss you too,” he says.
“Well, I’m gonna let you guys go. Make sure you get a ton of candy. Be good for your mommy and daddy, okay?”
“Yay! Can we go trick-or-treating now, Mommy?” Connor asks with way too much energy, and I have no clue how Tori and Trevor are gonna get through Halloween without the aid of alcohol.
“Yes, we can go. Say bye to your uncle.”
“Bye, Uncle Ryan,” he shouts before running off.
“Say bye-bye,” Tori tells Bailey.
Waving her hand again, she says, “Bye-bye.”
“Bye, sweetie,” I tell her.
“We gotta go before Connor drives me crazy,” I hear Trevor, Tori’s husband, say as he walks up.
“Okay,” she responds.
“Hey, Ryan. What’s up?” Trevor says into the phone.
“Not much. Looks like you have your hands full.”
“You have no idea. Get your ass here and help us out,” he jokes.
“Soon, man. You guys have fun tonight.”
“Same to you. Bye.”
“Bye,” Tori adds.
“Take it easy, guys,” I say before disconnecting the call.
I take the next half hour to call my other two cousins and check in with their kids. Envy starts to move slowly inside of me, and before I let the feeling take over, I go upstairs to my room, blast some music, and hop in the shower. It’s gonna be a busy night at work, and I don’t need to be in a funk. I love my family, but the idea of having my own worries me. What I grew up with was far from perfect. I’ve never had to take care of anyone other than myself, aside from my mom. But she’s a strong woman, always has been. I don’t really know what it means to provide for someone else emotionally. Even if I did, I doubt I would be capable of it. I live a selfish life. I only take care of myself, and at times, I feel like I do a shitty job of it.
After my shower, I grab a bite to eat and watch a little TV. I find myself focusing on the rain outside rather than the show that’s playing. It’s pouring as I stare out the solid wall of windows. I’ve always loved the weather here, neve
r getting tired of the constant rain.
My phone rings, and when I look at the screen, I see Max’s name.
“What’s up?” I say when I answer.
“When are you getting here?”
“What time is it?”
“Almost ten. We’re already at capacity, and I feel like shit,” he complains.
“I’m leaving now,” I tell him as I drag myself off the couch and start heading out.
I walk out to my black Rubicon and decide to grab a coffee before I go to the bar. It’s gonna be a late night, and Mel sucks at making coffee. I drive around the corner and spot a coffee shop right off campus. Not that hard to do since there are coffee shops on every street corner.
Throwing the car in park, I step out into the heavy rain. I keep my head down as I walk to the door, getting soaked. When I go inside, my phone buzzes with a text from Jase. He’s asking when I’m heading in, and I’m distracted when I walk up to the counter.
I briefly notice a girl sitting on a stool behind the register, reading a textbook, studying. She sees me and hops up as I turn my attention to the drink menu on the wall.
“Hey, what can I get for you?” she asks softly.
Still looking at the drinks, I settle on my usual. “Uh, just a twenty coffee. Black,” I tell her when I start typing my text back to Jase.
“Easy enough.”
On my way now. Give me 15min. Busy?
Insane.
“That’s one ninety-three,” she says as I shove my cell into my pocket.
Pulling out my wallet, I hand over a five. Finally, not distracted, I look at her. I think I know this girl ‘cause something about her seems familiar. I stare, trying to pinpoint who she is, but she’s so different from any girl I would ever go for, so I’m just confused. She has a small frame, can’t be much taller than five feet. Her hair is a deep brown like mine, and it’s pulled up, messy, on top of her head.
“Everything okay?” she asks, catching me staring, as she hands me my change. This girl has me so caught off guard that I don’t even realize I haven’t responded when she questions, “Anything else?”
The small features of her face, aside from her large hazel eyes, seem more delicate with her fair, almost porcelain-like skin. Not my usual type, but God she’s pretty.
“Um, no. No, that’s all,” I say like an idiot, and I can tell I’m freaking her out when she nervously takes a step back and stumbles into her stool.
I turn to leave before I say anything else that makes me look any more like a moron, but dammit if I can’t help turning to look at her a couple more times before I leave. As soon as I step out in the rain, it hits me.
“God, please! Stop!”
Snapping my head back to get another look at her through the rain-covered window, I feel my heart begin to pound. Her back is to me, so I can’t see her face. No. It can’t possibly be her. What are the chances? There’s no way. Fuck, my head is really playing with me tonight. I get into my jeep and start driving. My mind is consumed with crazy thoughts that I need to dispel because none of them make sense to me.
She’s tiny . . . just like the girl from that night. But her face . . . there’s no way I could even make a comparison because that girl’s face was so badly beaten and covered in blood. There’s no way to know what she really looked like.
All I can think about is that night in the very alley I just pulled into and parked. I get out of my car and walk over to the dumpster, to the spot I found her. I rack my brain, but there are no real details I have to link these two girls.
The images flood through me. My stomach knots up, and I feel sick. That was a fucked up night that I wish I never had to witness. I wish I could forget. I wish my head would stop messing with me. Give it up, man. Let it go. Just forget about it.
When I head inside, I go straight to my office. Sitting down at my desk, I pick up my desk phone and call downstairs to the bar.
“Blur,” I hear Mel answer.
“Mel, it’s Ryan. I just got here. Can you send Max up to my office?”
“Sure thing.”
Hanging up, I sit there, anxious for some reason, but need to talk, and Max is the only one who knows about that night.
“Hey, boss.”
I look up at Max as he walks in, and when he sees me sitting there, soaking wet, he questions, “You okay?”
“Do you think it’s possible . . . to connect two strangers . . . I mean . . .” I trail off, not able to get my thoughts together to form a coherent sentence.
He takes a seat and says, “What are you talking about?”
I breathe in a deep breath and let it out slowly when I tell him, “I went to grab a coffee before coming here, and the girl working there . . . well, when I saw her, my mind went straight to the girl from the alley. The girl who was attacked here a few months ago.”
“You think it’s the same person?”
Raking my hand through my wet hair, I fist a lock of it in frustration before saying, “I don’t know. I mean, I guess for a second I did, but really, the chances would be next to nothing, right?”
He doesn’t respond. I know I must sound crazy, but I continue anyway, “It’s probably not. That girl was unrecognizable. I don’t even know why my mind even took me there.”
“I think it makes sense.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. After it happened, it really bothered you that you didn’t ever know what happened to her. If she was even okay. So it makes sense that your mind would still need closure and that it would come out at random times trying to make that connection.” He takes a moment in thought, and then adds, “I dunno. Just my thought.”
“No, you’re right. I’m probably subconsciously trying to put an end to that situation. But that’s not gonna happen. I just need to let it go.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re gonna do nothing but drive yourself crazy,” he says.
“That chick probably thought I was crazy. I couldn’t stop staring at her, like some sick perv or something,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
“She wouldn’t be too off base,” he throws back at me, and I laugh with him. “I gotta get back to the door. You gonna come down soon? Jase is here with Zane.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna try and dry off, and I’ll be down.”
He turns back before walking out of my office and says, “That girl, whoever she is, I’m sure she’s okay. It’s been almost three months since it happened.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right,” I reluctantly agree.
“Like you said, just let it go.”
I couldn’t let it go like Max told me, like I told myself even. I went back to Common Grounds a few days later. Back to the coffee shop and she was there. I just had to see her again. Had to get the confirmation that there wasn’t a connection. The only similarity I could see was that the two girls are petite. That’s all. No other connection. So now . . . now I let it go.
Before I hit the gym today, I need to stop by the bar to pick up a few files that I have to drop off to my accountant. It’s early in the morning, so when I get there, I’m surprised to see Mel’s car in the back lot. Walking in, it’s dark. None of the lights are on, and the sun hasn’t started to rise under the cloud-covered sky.
When I walk out from the back, I see Mel sitting on top of the bar with her legs crossed, nursing a cup of coffee.
“Hey,” I say softly as I approach her.
She looks up and that’s when I see the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“He’s gone,” is her only response, and I know she means her husband.
Zane, back when he was her boyfriend, played gigs here every now and then. They would hang out here a lot, and when Mel needed a job, I brought her on.
I sit on one of the stools in front of her, and when she looks down at me, she explains, “They signed the deal, and he left.”
“Why aren’t you with him?”
As she lets her head fall, she says, “Because he didn’t want me to be.”
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I clasp my hands together, not knowing what the hell is wrong with Zane. “I don’t understand.”
She wipes the tears from her eyes and sits up a little straighter. “He said he was tired of hearing me bitch about something he’d been working towards for years. He knew I didn’t want to move to L.A. My life is here. My whole family is here. I didn’t want to leave all that, but it was pissing him off. He feels like I’m not supporting him.”
“Do you support him?”
“I don’t know, Ry. Honestly, between you and me, even though I don’t want to be alone, I’m kinda glad for the break. We haven’t been on the same page for a while.” After she says this, she hops down behind the bar and walks over to refill her cup of coffee. “Want some?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
She pours it black, like I always take it, and sets it in front of me as she stands on the opposite side of the bar top.
Taking a slow sip, I then ask, “So, why are you here?”
“I just had to get out of the house, and I knew nobody would be here. That is, until you decided to crash my pity party,” she jokes, laughing at herself. “What are you doing here at six a.m.?”
“I’m on my way to the Athletic Club. I needed to pick up some paperwork to drop off to my accountant later today.”
“You coming back?”
“Nah. I’m gonna take the day off.”
“That sucks,” she complains.
“Why?”
“‘Cause Michael is boring as hell, and he’s been in a shit-ass mood the past few days,” she tells me.
“You know why?”
“Not for sure, but I overheard him on his cell the other day.”
“Eavesdropping?”
She starts laughing, and says, “You know it! But anyway, from what I heard, I think . . . and don’t say shit about this, Ryan. Got it?” she warns.
“Yeah, whatever. Just say it.”
“I think his wife is having an affair.”
“That fuckin’ sucks.”
“I know. But you didn’t hear that from me, and I’m not saying it’s true. It’s just what I pieced together from what I heard,” she defends.