BETRAYED LOVE

CHAPTER TWO:SHE HITS THE ROLLS ROYCE

Julie checked the caller. It was her mother. "Not now mummy" Her parents knew where she was going. She had told them. They were aware of her relationship with Bruce. Julie always spoke well about Bruce. Though her parents were sceptical they were supportive of their daughter. Whenever she got home she would narrate her experience to them. As for now? She was going to have some alone time. She drove into the parking lot and parked. As she entered the club, the music was soothing; soft jazz music was playing in the background. Time was past eight and just a few people were seated. Of course, the night was still young; so the club will get buzzing at later hours. This club brought memories. This was where she and Angela used to come to cool off the week's stress, catch up with each other, and have some fun. Now, she wasn't an option. As she walked slowly to the bar, the guys seated were whistling at her. She ignored them. When she got in front of the bar. She sat down heavily. "I want six shots of Skirt for a start." She ordered. "Isn't that too much for you?" The bartender asked. "It's none of your business. I just want to get high tonight." Julie replied. "Try not to get drunk." The Bartender advised. While the bartender prepared the drink, a dark guy of average height came and sat close to her. "Hi baby girl, you want something for the night." The fragrance of his cologne was inviting. Yet she acted like no one was beside her. The bartender brought the drink. She took a shot. She squints her eyes as she gulps her full glass of liquor down her throat. "Ahhhhh." Thereafter, the young man who sat beside her poured another shot for her. Immediately, she gulps again. "Pour more" He smiled as he poured little quantity into her glass. This was a bar where girls who wanted to be wild with no judging could do so freely. Although the lady right next to him doesn't appear so. She looked like a wannabe. She takes a sip and begins to reminisce as she enters cloud nine. She and Angela have always been best friends since secondary school. They did everything together, had sleepovers together, studied together, and gained admission into the university together. They studied different disciplines in various departments. Yet, their bond waxed stronger. They turned soul sisters and both families loved the girls. When Julie got into a relationship with Bruce, with excitement she called Angela to break the news and they both celebrated at this particular bar. She explained to Angela how he professes his love for her, spoils her, and makes her feel special. "Lucky you, You have finally found love." Angela would constantly say. Deep down, she would wish she was in Julie's shoes. "You always get the best things first" She told Julie the week she started her relationship. "Let me just say I'm blessed." Julie would reply with a smile. Now she realise that statement was made from a jealous heart. When they eventually graduated, Julie secured a job as a freelance writer, Angela opened her grocery shop, while Bruce worked as a digital freelancer. The relationship has been beautiful—so she thought. And Angela has been a cheerleader. She never envisioned this would happen. She felt so played. She gulps down more alcohol. Her head already felt heavy, she was beginning to feel dizzy. "Alright baby girl, you've had enough." The dark man snatched the glass from her as he had been observing her. "Give me that", Julie protested like a little girl. She didn't have the strength to drag. "Ugh-uhh", the man shakes his head. "You need to be able to drive yourself back home. Come on, what is wrong?" "My bestie is sleeping with my boyfriend." She answered bluntly. "Ouch! That's sore. Well, you have had enough to sip. I wouldn't want anything to happen to a damsel like you." "I'm ok…l can take care of myself." As she stands up she staggers, "Oops, I think I'm going to have a bad hangover." "I tried to warn you." He shrugged his shoulders. "Hey dude." Julie called out to the bartender. She handed out some pounds notes o pay for the drink. "Nevermind. I'll take care of that." He interrupted and slid his debit card on the table. Julie watched him pay for the drink. She didn't expect him to. Afterall, she gave him the xold shoulders all through. "Thank… you" she muttered. "It's nothing. Can I see your phone?" He asked. "Uhh?" "Your phone?" He repeated. Julie gave him her phone and he typed his contact number. Thereafter, he handed it back to her. "Give me a call when you get home," he said. "You don't tell me what to do." She answered arrogantly and kept her phone back in her purse. "Good night and drive safe." He managed to say when he noticed Julie stepping out of the banging club. She was intoxicated. She walked to her car, unlocked and hopped in. She sat and fastened her seatbelt with her two hands on the steering wheel. With her eyes closed she thought to herself, she can't just let her traitors go scot-free. She has to serve them a tall glass of revenge–serve chilled. "Phew" She sighed and started the engine. Some minutes into the road, "Whoooooosh…crasshhh"…goes her car. "Oh my gosh! What just happened? Am I still alive?" Julie's heart was in her mouth. She got down from her car and went to check it. The bumper of her car was pulled out. She just had an accident. She put a hand on her forehead and gave a long hiss. Because she was tipsy, her eyes closed and her attention on the road was divided for just a fraction of a second, and she had an accident. "Wait! What about the other car?" She rushed to the car she hit. Julie put her hands on her head. She had run into someone's Rolls Royce-The droptail!