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WHERE ARE YOU?
CHAPTER TWO
Stephanie was on the floor of hers and Joe's house staring into space, drooling on herself.
Mary Jane came in and shut the door. "Steph, what are you doing on the floor?"
I looked at Mary jane and felt tears stinging my eyes.
"Joe's gone and I'm afraid he's dead. He left a note tapled to the refriggerator."
"Oh, Stephie, I'm so sorry. What are you and the baby going to do?"
I stared at Mary Jane. How did she know? I hadn't told her. I hadn't even taken a test yet. But I guess women know those things.
"How did you know about the baby?" I asked her.
"You have that GLOW. Every women has a GLOW when their pregnant. It makes you look beatifuil."
I smiled a little but not much. I was still said because I was said that Joe was gone.
Mary Jane followed me into the bathroom. "Stephanie, we should go to LUST tonight and have a Girls Nite Out it'll cheer you up."
"OK."
Mary Jane threw me in the shower and I felt against the walls and cried the last tears I had. Joe was gone but he would come back to me because he loved me and I loved him. We were going to be a family! I used Joe's soap so I would smell like him, got out of the shower, and dressed in a pair of tight leather pants and a shirt with a glittery butterfly on it. The butterfly was blue and gold and brought out the color in my beatifuil sapphire eyes.
I outlighnd my eyes in black eyeligner to make my big eyes bigger and uses sinfully hot red on my lips. Mary Jane was dressed in a tight black minidress with 4-inch FMPs that went up to her knee. "Lookin' hot Mama!" she said. I laughed for the fist time in weeks.
There was a line at the club but of course we got in ahead of everyone else. We got a seat at one of the tables and ordered. The watier brought us our molotov cocktales and we both took a drink. They tasted like peppermint and burned all the way down.
"Let's dance, Steph," said Mary Jane. "Come on, it'll be fun."
"Ok."
Stephanie and Mary Jane danced together. They moved their bodies together slow and seducitively...hot men kept tryng to cut in and dance with Stephanie but she always said no.
"That guy is looking at you," said Mary Jane. "He's hot. Sexy."
Mary Jane motioned him over.
"Hi. My name is Derik. Would you like to dance?"
I turned to Mary Jane and she winked at me. Derik took my hand and took me to the middle of the dane flore. Disco Duck came on, and Derik and I did the hustle. "Just so you know," I told him, "I have a boyfriend. In fact, we're getting married."
"You aren't wearing a ring, so I don't think it really matter, does it Stephie?"
I stopped dancing, and glared at Derik. He stopped dancing, too, and looked at me, waiting for em to respond.
"Just because I'm not wearing a ring doesn't mean I'm not engaged in my heart."
Hey, baby, i just want to dance is all. You don't need to have a bitch fit, so why don't you turn that pretty ass of your's around and let's do some bump and grind."
I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, Derik had been thrown across the room and into the barr. I had my mouth open, staring wide-eyed at the display, and turned around to see Ranger. His fists were clinched and his eyes were narrowed on me. "Babe," he said.
I narrowed my eyes. "Ranger," I hissed. "What are you doing here?"
He took a step towards me, his leather pants hugging his thighs, the white tank-top contrasting with his dark complextion. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to a dark coroner. "I was just about to ask you the same thing."
"That is really none of your concern."
"Oh, but I think it is, Babe."
I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away, but Ranger grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me back against the wall.
"Jesus Christ," I said to him. "Will you get a grip? You're acting like a real asshole."
"And you're acting like a real bitch."
I struggled against his grip and it wasn't going to work. He chuckled as he lowered his mouth to my neck, his teeth tugging on the flesh.
I closed my eyes and leaned into him for a moment. Then reality hit. What was I doing? I was drunk, and Ranger was taking advantage... just like always.
I put my hands on Ranger's chest and pushed him away.
"You can't do that," I said to Ranger. "You're not allowed. And if you try it again, we can't be friends anymore."
Again, he stepped into me. Placing a hand on either side of my face, he leaned in, "Who said I wanted to be friends? Maybe I want something more." I narrowed my eyes as I felt the length of his body press into me, the reminder of what he wanted hard against my stomach.
"Get a doll," I told him. "Hire a hooker. Go jerk off in the shower. I don't care what you do, as long as you do it far, far away from me."
He jerked away from me, his eyes narrowed. "Remember," He started. "You owe me, Babe."
He gave me one more look and turned away from me, his back receding into the crowd.
"I owe you shit!" I screamed. Ranger stopped, but didn't turn around. "We had a deal, and against my better judgment, I made good on it. No matter how hard you push, or how hard you try to scare me into sleeping with you again, I'm not going to make the same mistake twice."
I walked back to our table and in a gulp finished my Molotov Cocktail. The burning sensation felt like a cleanser, erasing Ranger's touch from my body. I scanned the crowed for Mary Jane. It was getting late, the crowd was getting younger, the space more compact. I spotted her dancing with a guy at the edge of the dance floor. The music shifted to a slow song, and he wrapped his arms low around her waste. At least one of us was having a good time.
I was tired. The drinking and confrontation with Ranger had exhausted my will to party. I grabbed my purse and began to head for the front entrance.
Ranger was behind me. I could tell by the way the little hairs on my neck stood on end. It was the same feeling I got whenever I was too closet o a homicidal maniac.
"Need a ride?" Ranger asked.
"No. I can manage."
"Suit yourself."
Ranger walked back to the bar and ordered a shot of something. He glanced over at me, downed his drink, and signaled for another. Probalbly alcohol. I continued to watch as Ranger ordered three additional shots. It had become ceremonial. The shot would be poured, he would turn, toast me and throw his head back and empty the glass. I was disgusted and turned towards the parking lot.
"Hey, Steph, wait up!" Mary Jane jogged over to me in her six-inch-high heels. "I've been looking all over for you. You're leaving?"
"Yes. It's getting a little hot in there."
Mary Jane smiled. "Hormones," she said. "They don't call it having bun in the oven for nothing, you know. Maybe you should get some air while I tell Danny we're leaving."
"No. Stay with Danny. I'll call a cab."
"OK, Steph," Mary Jane said. "But it's four o'clock in the morning. Are you sure you want to be riding around town with a strange man. Why don't you ask Ranger to give you a ride home?"
"I was thinking about calling Lulu, but Ranger is here." I turned and looked back into the bar, Ranger was still seated. He began to laugh as he took a shot out of a pair of blonde double-D's.
I put my fingers to my mouth and whistled. "Hey, Ranger!" I yelled. His shoulders slumped and his head swiveled around to face me. I crocked my finger in a "come here" gesture and waited for him to approach me.
I watched as he threw a few bills on the bar top, pat the blonde's ass and swagger towards me. "Babe," He smiled. "I knew you couldn't resist this."
"I need a ride."
Ranger's eyes darkened and a small smile crossed his mouth. "I've got something you can ride," he said.
"Fuck it. I'll call a cab, last thing I need tonight is to be molested by you, again."
Ranger growled and tightened his ponytail. "This is bullshit," he said. "You're nothing but a fucking cocktease. You waltz in here, wearing your little 'come fuck me' dress, and then you complain when guys hit on you. If you ask me, Morelli had the right idea. If it'd been me, I would've gotten the hell away from you, too."
Ranger stormed off back into the club, and came out a few moments later with the blonde. They both got in his truck, and he screeched out of the lot, swerving a little, and then straigting up again. I looked around for Mary Jane, but didn't see her anywhere. I guess she'd already left with Danny. It was too late to call anybody ad my mouse was only about ten miles away. Nothing else to do but start walking.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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