It Just One Of Those Days.

Plans were turned around, and I had to drive MYSELF to the little mall. I put on my oversize sweater, as I got out of the car. Carry had something else to do, and she was crying about it... Not literally but you know. I dialed Ashley's number and waited for him to pick up.
"Kenny..."
"I'm here, were are you?"
"I'll be right there.. I hope you dressed nicely, cause we going to a quiet bar."
"Okay." I look at my attire. Nope. "See you then." His voice kind of scared me. I waited in my car and about 15 minutes later a black mustang pulls next to me. It rolls down the window.
"NICE ENTRANCE!" I yelled at him.
"FOLLOW ME!" He yells back and drives on. Let me tell you how ridiculous this is. My small beat up black 2007 Honda Civic, is following a 2015 Black Ford Mustang.
Just picture that.
We stop at a bar and I got out, hugging my sweater closer to me. Ashley walks inside, and I follow like a lost puppy. People laughed and whispered as I passed by, not a feeling I wanted to feel. Something in my stomach becomes heavy, and that wasn't a good sign. I look up to know where Ashley was... But instead... I shakes my head, rubbed my eyes and let the tears blur my vision.
"KENNY! YOU MADE IT!" Andy yelled, coming from the restroom.The brunette and CC separated themselves, and I take one step back.
"Kenny?" I shake my head.
"WHY?!?!" I screamed at him, causing the music and people to stop.
Everything got frozen, it was me and him
. "Kenny.. I can explain!"
"NOW YOU KNOW MY REASON IN WHY I HATE LOVE?!" He comes closer to me, but all I did was meet my palm with his cheek. The sound echoed throughout the bar. CC looks at me with pain and sadness, in his eyes.
"I thought she was you..."
"how?" I looked at her.
Her hair was my color, but she was darker than I was.. Her body curvier and her lips more plump. Maybe that's how he wants them. I shake my head and let my makeup run down my cheeks.
"Ken.. Please... I can explain." I shake my head again.
"I'm sorry CC... I can't see you anymore.." I run through the crowd and out the bar. I enter my crappy car and rushed down the street, my tears messing up my vision. I blared out the music from my phone and drives as fast as long as I got away from him.
Then there was a bright yellow light.
My tires smelled like burn as I turned...
Then I was flipping.
My head hit the steering wheel, and I felt a warm liquid in my face.
Then It smelled like gas.

And I let my eyes close.

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