[37] BROKEN TRUST
For a moment I thought he was gonna continue on with the sudden silence until he finally said. "It was the drink". In a voice that could hardly be heard.
"What do you mean by that ?". I ask sharply and turn to face him. Still fighting the urge of not tearing my clothes off as my inside feels Hot... Like I'm burning and at the same time wanting to feel something or anything against my body. "What do you mean?". I ask again while he takes my hand in his, examining it as if I've got invincible bruises on my wrist.
"The drink, the last one... was heavily spiked." I gasped and felt my stomach rumble angrily and wrap my hand around my heavy stomach.
"Spiked? How?". I asked with my eyes raised. "I didn't drink it alone, Stephanie did also with Betty ". I say trying to remember how all these happened in the first place. "Yeah, Stephanie did".
Mike nods to my questionable face and it hit me how the fuck did he know this stuff, I mean he wasn't there. Was he? I raise a brow at him.
"I know you must be wondering how I knew all these". He says as if reading the look on my face. "You alright?". He asks as a low grunt escapes my lips.
"My tummy". I sigh painfully with my hand still on my belly.
"Hey, let me help you back to bed, you need more than two hours to get back to yourself". He says and tried to hold me but I jerk my hand from his.
"How did you know?". I say through my teeth still fighting myself from collapsing there. " Are you working with them?". I asked and backed a little from him. "Tell me! How did you know about the drinks!". I yell and feel my eyes wet or maybe there's something in my eyes that is making me feel like this.
Just the thought of these assholes makes me want to punch Mike right in the face! if truly he was indeed working with them.
He kept quiet as if trying to form a lie. I hate stupid silence. "Mike?". I called him and felt my heart break into pieces when he nodded and looked away.
I shake my head and jerk my hand when he tries to pull me back. I made it to the door that was just five feet away from us with my trembling legs.
Anger, disgust, and hatred heavied my chest as I slammed the door behind me, running back to his room to grab my dress that was neatly folded on the bed.
I pull it over my head ignoring his voice coming from the door. "Fuck! Where is this fucking heel". I breath and quickly grab the flip-flop slippers that were laying on the floor in the room.
"Lara, It's not what you think". He says as I quickly pull the door open and find him sitting on the floor beside the door. "Let me explain, please ". He says, walking faster behind me as I run toward a door and pray for it to be the front door that would lead to the exit of this house.
"Let me explain, please". He repeats, running after me.
I stopped and looked back at him, if my eyes were to be bullets, I bet he would have been long gone.
"There is nothing to explain". I fire.
"Fuck! ". I breath when I run out of the house into darkness, not fully dark because of the street lights, it made everywhere look like morning except the sky. That was when I realized that the light in the house deceived me to believe it was morning or almost morning but the sky wasn't that dark. Or maybe the roofies were working as Mike said earlier
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My chest was heavy, my head was pounding and my feet hurt as I ran past few people who stared at me creepily.
"Fuck I'm gonna deal with those assholes". Was all I could think of as I looked back to check if I've lost track of Mike whom I believed must have turned back probably to get his car. Because him, running back would be to drive his car after me.
Something in me wanted to believe Mike innocent, I trusted him to be exceptional not really that but I just wanted to believe him to not be part of this shit but this is the result for me wanting to behave normal.
Who knows what else he might be hiding, God! I felt my trust betrayed though we ain't that close I felt we were.
I stopped to catch my breath and cool my heavy head as he pulled over in front of me. "Lara, you've gotta hear me out". He says but I ignored him and continued walking fast with the little strength in me or the strength from the spiked drink I had last night.
Still following me, I crossed to the other side of the road and saw a vehicle light coming miles away from where I stood.
I walked back and stopped in the middle of the road waving my hand to the upcoming vehicle.
The vehicle approached closer, that was when I took a closer look at the car as the dark clouds had already been separated from the sky.
The car was from home. I breath when the car stops. Mike walks to where I stand
waiting for the red-haired girl on the steering as she stopped and climbed out of the car.