An Unwanted Ride Down Memory Lane

Katerina’s POV “Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit! Is that really you, Kat?” A familiar voice from my childhood said, making me turn to see my best friend from high school, barreling around the side of the bar, gunning it straight towards me. Before I could even brace myself for impact, Angel took a leaping jump right towards me, forcing me to stumble a few feet back, while I caught her in my arms. For a brief moment, the corners of my lips turned up, as her reckless actions brought back good memories of how we used to be inseparable, but that smile was short-lived when she says, “Kat, I thought I would see pigs fly before you stepped foot back in this town.” My face automatically went completely sober, as I leaned forward, lowering her feet back to the ground, thinking that pigs must have learned to fly over the past eight years. She wasn’t the only one that had thought that, as I had made a promise to myself the day I left this damn place, that the only way I was returning to this godforsaken town was in a box. But here I was, back on my own accord, or at least somewhat of my own freewill, other than the fact that for the last three damn months my father’s attorney had been pestering me to come home to settle my father’s estate. Honestly, I don’t’ know what the hell my father’s attorney was expecting from me, because he knew that I hadn’t even come home for the damn funeral. I had been trying to keep the last promise that I had made to myself, but after the past week that I had, settling my unfinished business here, sounded a hell of a lot better than facing reality. But as I took a step back from Angel, I noticed that her excitement from seeing me may as well have been a huge welcome home Kat banner on the front of my father’s bar, because every single damn patron was now staring at me like I had two f*****g heads. Great, so much for the sneak in and sneak the hell out plan that I had made on the drive here, but how the hell was I supposed to know that my father had hired Angel to bartend? With my cheeks now heated from being the damn center of everyone’s attention, thanks to Angel, I turned away from the majority of the patrons and explained my plans to her. “I’m only here to settle my father’s estate. Once that is done, I plan on getting the hell out of here, and I swear I am never looking back. I just got to find a buyer for this damn place and the house first.” A nervous look spread across Angel’s face, and after being her friend for up-teen years, I knew that look better than anyone else, which now had me wondering what the hell I had said to make her look at me that way. But before I could question her, the door to my father’s office swung open, and out walked my arch nemesis, strutting her s**t behind the bar like she owned the damn place. “What the actual f**k?” Slipped from my lips before I could stop it, as my hands balled into fists by my sides, thinking that there was no way in hell that my father would betray me by hiring this f*****g b***h, especially after what had happened. Seeing red, I pushed right past Angel, moving straight towards the bar, ready to kick her ass to the curb, but before I could make it to the bar, Angel quickly stepped back in front of me, blocking my path. Placing her hands on my shoulders, Angel began to plead with me to stop, but there was no way in f*****g hell that that b***h was going to remain behind my family’s bar, let alone step foot on this property again. All the commotion between Angel and I didn’t go unnoticed, as everyone in the bar once again turned their attention towards us, including the f*****g b***h I was about to kill. “Well, well, well… Look what the f*****g cat dragged in.” Ronny said with a goddamn smirk on her face, as she crossed her arms over her damn chest, before leaning her back against the mixing station, while her eyes looked me up and down, like she was sizing me up, after all this time. It had been eight damn years since I saw this b***h, and in all honesty, I was hoping that I would never see her ass again, especially after all the pain and heartache she had caused me. Back then, everyone thought she was a f*****g angel, when in reality she had been nothing but a conniving little b***h that wanted what was mine. The damn smirk that was on her face right now was the same smirk she had given me when she thought she had won back then, but news flash, I was the one that had walked away, leaving her to be nothing but a damn consolation prize. In the end, I let her f*****g have him, because I realized he was a heartless prick and didn’t deserve the air I breathed. But all of that was water under the bridge to me, as I had moved on and could give a rat’s ass what the hell happened to either of them. The only thing was, I would be damned if she thought she was going to stand behind my father’s bar, acting like she owned the place. I may have eight years ago given her the only man I ever loved besides my father, but I would be damned if I allowed this b***h to have anything else that was mine. Literally, I would burn this f*****g place and the whole goddamn town to the ground before I let that happen. “Get the f**k out of my bar!” I finally yelled, while I pointed my finger straight at her smug face, wanting nothing more than to just jump over this bar and let her f*****g have it. But Angel was still holding me back the best she could, which was probably for the best since I was still seeing red. Slowly, the corners of Ronny’s lips turned down, and the smirk that was once on her face disappeared, but that only lasted a minute, before the f*****g b***h busted out laughing, like she had a death wish. Honestly, I thought she was certified insane, but then I realized that she wasn’t the only one laughing, as a small group of young bikers sitting at the far end of the bar by her were laughing too. My eyes slowly narrowed at the stupid b***h, wondering what she thought was so funny, but as I turned back to Angel hoping that she would clarify things for me, Angel released her hands from me, taking a step back, making me believe, whatever the hell it was, that it wasn’t good.