promise.”
I study the little pill in my hand for a moment. I don’t take drugs. But I trust Taylor so…so I pop it into my mouth and down the rest of my drink with it. We sit and make small talk for a few minutes while keeping tabs on King. He appears to be settling in for the night so we’re golden. After about twenty minutes I begin to feel good. I feel warm and snuggly good. I also feel confident and on top of the world. This is definitely not what I thought it was. I guess I just figured she was giving me a Vicodin or something similar. But not this. Seems to have similar effects as a narcotic, but also other things going on. I reach into my purse again allowing my hand to close over the weapon. It’s a .38 caliber, Smith and Wesson that I bought at a gun show a while back. I finger the weapon as my excitement grows.
“Refill?”
I look up and my mouth just about hits the bar. I don’t know where the other bar tender went, but this is a definite improvement. He is one handsome devil!
“What’s your name handsome?” I ask, keeping my hand over my glass preventing him from pouring me another drink.
“Jake.” He says.
And wham, just like that I’m back in my doctor’s office, sitting in her recliner. I take a deep breath and let it out.
“Well,” she says. “How was it?”
“I’m not sure.” I reply.
“So you didn’t remember anything new about that night?”
“Actually I did. It’s just that it’s a little unbelievable that’s all.”
“How so?” She asks.
“Can I get into trouble here for the things I tell you?”
“Are you about to murder someone?” She asks.
I shake my head.
“Then you’re safe.”
“My new friend Taylor met me that night. I thought I was alone, but she met me before I confronted… or my ex confronted me.”
“I see…but what is it you’re worried about?”
“She gave me something. Some kind of drug. First she took one then gave me one too. I thought it was something like Vicodin but it was nothing like that. It was so strong. I think things got way out of control after that.”
“In what way did things get out of control? What did you do Christine?”
“I…I had a gun in my purse Doctor Frazer and I think I might have used it.”
I’m shaking now. I can’t believe I could have killed him with or without Taylor’s help. But when I spoke to Boomer on the phone he accused me of doing something to King…He thinks I killed him I’m sure and at some point he’s probably either going to come after me or send the cops after me. My guess is he may decide on some kind of mental torture before he decides to kill me.
“Christine, what do you think you did to your ex-husband?”
I choose to ignore her question. “Can you put me under once more?” I ask.
“Well…you seem to be tolerating it extremely well so why not. Let’s give it another go.”
Within minutes I’m back in the bar. I’ve got a drink in my hand and half way down the bar is King nursing a drink of his own. Encouraged by my own alcohol consumption I finish my drink and slide the empty glass across the glossy surface of the bar to the handsome bar tender.
“Another one Chrissie?” He asks.
“Later Jake, later.”
“You wanna settle your tab then?”
“Oh I’m not going yet. Just need to stretch my legs.”
“Well don’t stretch too long. I can’t hold your tab open forever.”
“Back in ten then.”
He nods and turns his attention to another patron so I get off my stool and walk down the bar and take a seat next to King. I plop my purse on the table with an audible thunk.
“What you got in there a brick?” King asks. Then he recognizes me. “Holy fuck! What the hell you doing back in California?” He asks. I can tell by his look that I am just about the last person in the world he expected to see.
“Just visiting a friend.” I reply. I’m enjoying his discomfort at seeing me suddenly popping up on his turf.
“What friends do you have that would
I study the little pill in my hand for a moment. I don’t take drugs. But I trust Taylor so…so I pop it into my mouth and down the rest of my drink with it. We sit and make small talk for a few minutes while keeping tabs on King. He appears to be settling in for the night so we’re golden. After about twenty minutes I begin to feel good. I feel warm and snuggly good. I also feel confident and on top of the world. This is definitely not what I thought it was. I guess I just figured she was giving me a Vicodin or something similar. But not this. Seems to have similar effects as a narcotic, but also other things going on. I reach into my purse again allowing my hand to close over the weapon. It’s a .38 caliber, Smith and Wesson that I bought at a gun show a while back. I finger the weapon as my excitement grows.
“Refill?”
I look up and my mouth just about hits the bar. I don’t know where the other bar tender went, but this is a definite improvement. He is one handsome devil!
“What’s your name handsome?” I ask, keeping my hand over my glass preventing him from pouring me another drink.
“Jake.” He says.
And wham, just like that I’m back in my doctor’s office, sitting in her recliner. I take a deep breath and let it out.
“Well,” she says. “How was it?”
“I’m not sure.” I reply.
“So you didn’t remember anything new about that night?”
“Actually I did. It’s just that it’s a little unbelievable that’s all.”
“How so?” She asks.
“Can I get into trouble here for the things I tell you?”
“Are you about to murder someone?” She asks.
I shake my head.
“Then you’re safe.”
“My new friend Taylor met me that night. I thought I was alone, but she met me before I confronted… or my ex confronted me.”
“I see…but what is it you’re worried about?”
“She gave me something. Some kind of drug. First she took one then gave me one too. I thought it was something like Vicodin but it was nothing like that. It was so strong. I think things got way out of control after that.”
“In what way did things get out of control? What did you do Christine?”
“I…I had a gun in my purse Doctor Frazer and I think I might have used it.”
I’m shaking now. I can’t believe I could have killed him with or without Taylor’s help. But when I spoke to Boomer on the phone he accused me of doing something to King…He thinks I killed him I’m sure and at some point he’s probably either going to come after me or send the cops after me. My guess is he may decide on some kind of mental torture before he decides to kill me.
“Christine, what do you think you did to your ex-husband?”
I choose to ignore her question. “Can you put me under once more?” I ask.
“Well…you seem to be tolerating it extremely well so why not. Let’s give it another go.”
Within minutes I’m back in the bar. I’ve got a drink in my hand and half way down the bar is King nursing a drink of his own. Encouraged by my own alcohol consumption I finish my drink and slide the empty glass across the glossy surface of the bar to the handsome bar tender.
“Another one Chrissie?” He asks.
“Later Jake, later.”
“You wanna settle your tab then?”
“Oh I’m not going yet. Just need to stretch my legs.”
“Well don’t stretch too long. I can’t hold your tab open forever.”
“Back in ten then.”
He nods and turns his attention to another patron so I get off my stool and walk down the bar and take a seat next to King. I plop my purse on the table with an audible thunk.
“What you got in there a brick?” King asks. Then he recognizes me. “Holy fuck! What the hell you doing back in California?” He asks. I can tell by his look that I am just about the last person in the world he expected to see.
“Just visiting a friend.” I reply. I’m enjoying his discomfort at seeing me suddenly popping up on his turf.
“What friends do you have that would
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