The Newell Murder serialization 10
He had a glazed look in his eyes
and knew he couldn’t take it any longer but felt it wasn’t right to give up so
determined to go on.
The next shot decided him. He had
to force it in and it was a real struggle to do so. He just had to stop. Ego or
not. He thought she might make fun of him, but she didn’t, she just set her
gaze on him and his struggles to pay for their drinks.
Mentally thanking her for not
heckling his loss, he staggered out without looking at her, without any word of
farewell.
She was even pouring herself
another shot.
He was at the door of the
Vauxhall, trying to open it when she came up behind him.
“Let me drive you home. You’re
out of it. Tight.”
“Nah,” Lauren slurred flatly,
“I’ll find my way.”
“Well, you’re a man,” she said
with a tinge of bitterness that inferred she was always being hurt by men,
Lauren included. And it was true. Men with their pride, overblown egos, shallow
way of thinking, infuriated and eventually hurt her.
She had never really had a
boyfriend who genuinely loved her for her. Most guys she dated were actually
interested in her money and those who weren’t still felt her success and riches
were a threat to their authority. And even Lauren was refusing to let her ferry
him home safely even though he wasn’t in the right state to do so himself
simply because she won him in their little competition.
Moving away from him, she entered
her car, a Porsche 911 Carrera 2 and settled behind the wheel. She intended to
follow him until he got home. It would be on her conscience if she didn’t at
least try to see if he got home safely.
Lauren turned back to the car
door and opened it. He was starting to feel slightly better since the alcohol
had stopped flowing into his innards. His brain was functioning at thirty
percent capacity at best and he got home only by sheer survival instinct and
autopilot.
He let himself into his apartment
and just managed to lock the door. He collided against a chair as he made his
way to the toilet. He threw up in the bowl and in the bedroom, he laid on the
quilt fully clothed and finally, mercifully allowed his body to hibernate.
Note: This is the tenth page of the Oseyiza Oogbodo book, The Newell Murder. More excerpts to
follow on this blog. It's also available on Amazon and many other stores
through the included links.
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