The Wounded Love novel Chapter 58

So first I hit a breakfast place where I ordered waffles, eggs, bacon, hash browns, coffee, and a glass of water. I ate it all, starved from not eating the day before.

The waiter noticed I was alone and continuously tried to hit on me. At the end it all worked out. In exchange for my fake phone number he cut five percent off the bill. Of course he didn't know the number was fake.

Then I went to one of those high class salons that cost forty dollars just to step through the doors. I hadn't been to one since the wedding, where my mom and aunt tortured me into getting waxed, and painting my nails an ugly color green.

This time I cut my hair. "How do you want it?" The lady with bright pink eyeshadow and rainbow highlights asked me.

"To here." I pointed to my shoulders. I hadn't gone that short since freshman year of high school, but I was excited to chop it all off.

It was curled, clean, and short.

I looked like a new person after she finished. A rich person thanks to all of my Christmas gifts and shopping spree.

The whole rich person vibe made me want to act rich, so I decided to get both a manicure and a pedicure. But after being in the salon for a while, surrounded by actual rich people I was happy to a fraud. They talked and gossiped, and after they claimed to hate drama, they would find a way to create some. All in the matter of two hours I witnessed the ending of multiple friendships and heard the schemes that they would use to break others up. It was like Gossip Girl in real life.

I left then, making my way to the nearest mall. It was cold and cloudy outside, but who needs the sun when I'm walking down the street? I laughed at my sad attempt at a joke.

I went into fitting rooms of expensive stores and tried on all of their clothes. At the end of my shopping trip I had bought two dresses, a new pair of boots, a purse, makeup, and a winter jacket which I needed desperately. I tried to keep it light because I would either have to carry it into the subway or a cab. The thought of having a car in the bustling city did not sound like fun.

There was another message after that which sounded just as urgent, but far more panic-ridden than Nick's. "Oh my god, Skyla! Please call me, why don't you answer your phone. It's Sean, they got Sean and he won't wake up! Dante and Anthony had to drag him out of there, but I think it was too late, he's not waking up, Skyla!"

My milk shake was threatening to come back up.

There was one more. "Skyla you're scaring me, why aren't you answering your phone?"

"What the f@ck?" I said out loud, causing the family of five beside me to give me a dirty look. I shot the same look back at them. "What the f@ck." I repeated, not sure what I was supposed to do, where I was supposed to go, or as I had said twice, what the f@ck was going on.

My hands were trembling as I called Jade back but she didn't answer, so I tried again. There was still no answer and I began to hyperventilate. Who was the bad guy, was it Nick or Dante? What did Sean have to do with any of this, what did I have to do with any of this. "F@ck it." I mumbled as I stood up. I was going to grab Jade and we were going to meet my father in Cabo, I was not going back to that hotel, and most of all I didn't want to know who the bed guy was, all I wanted was to get out of this chaotic mess.