The Right Kind of Love(50)

Bee: You aren’t going to be able to get away with not answering that question for long. TTYL

I put my phone back down on my sink and resumed getting ready. As I was putting on the last touches of my mascara, my phone chimed with a new text. I picked it up and swiped the screen. It was another text from Wes. I didn’t know if my stomach could take it.

Wes: Where the fuck are you? I will find you.

Bile rose in my throat again, but I was actually able to keep it at bay. I couldn’t help the hairs that rose on my entire body, though. Maybe he was drunk. But the text he sent at the hospital was just as bad and so was he. It was like he was a completely different person than the Wes I knew before he raped me. More bile rose in my throat at the thought. He needed help. Serious mental help.

I needed to contact my step-father to see if he still believed that I was living in Texas. He was the key to this entire charade. I flipped through the contacts and found my step-father, Dale.

Me: Hey, Dale, how are things today?

I looked at the time on my phone and was pretty sure I had timed it just right.

My phone instantly chimed.

Dale: Doing pretty good. Just taking it day by day. How’s Texas treating you today?

Oh, thank God!

Me: Texas is great. I’m doing really well at my job, and I’m starting to make lots of friends. I’m so glad you are feeling better. Every day you seem stronger and stronger. But I will tell you like I tell you every time I talk to you. You scared me half to death.

Dale: Yes, I know. But I’m getting better now. That’s great. I sure do miss your face.

Me: You are too sweet. I miss you as well.

Dale: Wes has been asking about you. Says he wants to come see you.

Hmm, how to respond to this.

Me: Well, I would appreciate it if you could discourage him from coming to visit. I’m really trying to make a fresh start here and don’t really want any visitors until I’m more settled.

Dale: All right. I’ll do my best.

Me: Thanks, Dale.

Dale: Well, I need to go rest. I’ll call you on Sunday.

Me: Sounds good. Love you, Dale.

Dale: Love you, too, sweetie.

Things were better than I thought. Dale still believed me and so did Wes. I couldn’t be happier. Not to mention that I was already happy that he was feeling so much better.

I placed my phone back on the countertop and then went to my closet to hunt for something to wear. It was hot outside so it left my choices kind of limited. Looking threw my dresses I spotted the perfect one. It was sexy just like I liked, showing off some skin. It was a slightly above the knee white strapless dress. Not trying to be vain, but I totally rocked that type of dress. It put my cleavage front and center. My boobs weren’t overly large, but they were a pretty decent size for my height. I was a C cup. Looking down on the floor, I inspected my shoe options. I wanted something comfy for when I danced. I found my patent pink, peek a boo toe pumps. Not only would they look stunning with my outfit, but also, they were actually comfortable enough to dance in all night. I threw the shoes on and went to my dresser to get some jewelry to adorn my neck and ears with. I went for bling and in a minute had everything strategically placed, diamond earrings a matching necklace and some silver bracelets. The diamonds were my mom’s and I got them when she passed away. They were simple but beautiful. Walking back to the bathroom, I assessed my outfit in the mirror and spritzed on some of my perfume.

I was finally done. I just needed to call a cab to take me to The Rum Runner. I was meeting Shaina there. We had thought it was just going to be the two of us, but Shaina had just texted me and told me Luka and Brooks had decided to join us. I planned to make this a night full of fun. I couldn’t wait to party with everyone and shake my ass. We were all taking cabs so that we could drink our fill.

Arriving at the bar, I paid my cab fare before hopping out. I didn’t live too far away from the club, which was nice. I walked through the door and spotted them at a bar height round table toward the dance floor.

“I’m here!” I said to them cheerfully.

“Hey, girl, what’s up?” Shaina leaned over her chair to give me a sideways hug.

“Sorry, I’m late.” I hoped they wouldn’t question why. If I had to, I would lie and blame Zeus. No one needed to know about my past, and I certainly didn’t really want to think about the texts when I was supposed to be having a good time. I grabbed the chair….

“Sydney, every time I see you, your hot little body is rocking another glorious dress. You look dashing,” Brooks said while taking a sip of his cocktail.

Luka looked under the table and then back at me. “Girl, you are rocking those pumps. Patent pink, I like.”