A Little Piece of Heaven: Chapter Four

My Heart Skips a Beat

After leavin the station house, I decided to hop into my Mustang and go for a long drive. Sarah had called me and told me she couldn't meet up tonight, which meant that I'd be sleepin' alone. I had to admit that it didn't sound all that bad. I hadn't had my own bed to myself for quite a while.

As I was driving down the street it hit me: This feeling that kept coming over me lately. It was kind of a war going on inside between Faith and Sarah. I knew I was crazy about Sarah, but every time I was with her, Faith seemed to keep etching herself into the back of my mind.

Sarah was the kind of girl that every guy wants to end up with. Beautiful, smart, sexy and lots of fun. She always had a smile on her face and she was crazy about me, too. Was I just too scared to commit? Was I having trouble with a real relationship?

These were questions that I had to deal with. I mean, there was no way that Faith would ever want to attach herself to me in that way, was there? I wouldn't dare ask, either. I would venture a guess that we could have a great time together, with our 'extra curricular activities', so to speak. Just thinking about it........

I turned on the radio and began to drum my fingers on the dashboard to the beat. I needed a drink before I could go home and relax. Ahhh, the tension would all be gone soon. I could sit down and really think about what was wrong with me. Sarah. Faith. Who was it? Who was the realistic choice here? She loves me. She loves me not. Do either of them love me? Could either of them?

I turned the car into the parking lot and shut off the engine. I opened my door and adjusted my hat. I grabbed my keys and stepped out.

The crowd was pretty large, for a Monday night. I could smell the stale beer, mixed with the cheap perfume and cologne of all the hopefuls. Big blond women, dressed in too small skirts and low cut shirts dominated the front tables. Skinny ones, tall ones. Man.....is this where all the desperate women in New York came to hang out?

As much as it grossed me out, there were a few cute ones around. Lots of guys too, looking for that one night stand. Judging from most of the ones gathered around the bar, they didn't seem to care who they were gonna bring home.

Usually when we all came here, we never paid attention to anyone else. But tonight, all I could see were the desperados...the players and the thieves. Love is such a dangerous game. We never know who were gonna get...if we get anybody.

I stepped up to the counter and ordered myself a large draft. I sat down on the bar stool and took a big sip. Good. I turned around to get a better look, when I heard a whooping cry from the back of the bar, by the pool tables.

It was Jimmy Doherty, of course. He was always making an ass of himself. Beside's being one of the biggest pain in the asses I had ever met, he also was as cocky as I'll get out. He reminded me of someone...but I couldn't put my finger on it. My only wish is that If I ever get that obnoxious, that someone would shoot me and put me outta my misery.

His current pal was a tall blond woman, who was straddling his lap, kissing his neck. His head was thrown back, enjoying the play. She was giggling as she kissed. He put his arms around her waist and gave her butt a squeeze.

Even though it was dark in the bar, I could tell that something wasn't right. My stomach started getting those butterflies. And not the good ones.

Jimmy whispered in the blonds ear and stood up, pulling her up with him. He threw some money on their table and grabbed her hand. When she turned around, my heart skipped a beat. And a few more after that.

The hurt I felt at that moment was phenomenal. It was Faith.