Free Devious by Aria Declan

news isn't telling me much about what is going on over there. Did anything else new happen? I’ve been trying to call you all night.”
    “Do you ever have such impaired memory that you cannot remember what you did the day before?”
    “Leanna Vita Cruz, are you hanging out at that bar again? What did I tell you about drinking and hanging out with those old stinky men. They only want you for one thing and that is not your brain.”
    I sighed and laughed. “You're right! I’ve been going to the bar this whole time!” I laughed harder, even though I did not remember going to the bar. But, that was my only explanation why I could not remember anything. It was because I was drinking so much.
    “Bye Mama! I love you and go win that show. Everything is fine here.” I hung up before she could say anything else. “I must have gotten in a crazy bar fight,” I said to myself. “Silly me!”
    In a happier mood, I skipped to my room to change my clothes. I watered down the fluid that looked like blood that was on the floor and opened all the windows for some fresh air. I loved hearing the birds singing outside my window and all the kids yelling from down the street.
    I decided to go to the bar, maybe to refresh my memory. I heard many stories of people who forgot things because of alcohol and I must have been like them. I used to drink a lot but then I stopped after I could barely walk in the morning. Maybe, I was sleep walking—and instead I went to the bar that was so close to my home.
    “Hey! How are you?” I said to one of the bar's usual guest as he opened the door for me. I spun around in my pink dress as he checked me out—I liked the attention I was getting. I missed it a lot.
    “Is that you, Leanna?” he said as he took his sunglasses off. “You look so different!”
    “I'm sure I look better,” I smirked.
    “You look a little unhealthy if you want to know the truth.”
    I frowned and rolled my eyes. “Okay?”
    “I haven't seen you here in a while,” he winked as he followed me inside.
    “Well, that's impossible. I’m here every night,” I said with a big smile.
    He stared at me as I sat on my favorite chair. “Well, I don't think so. I’ve been working the karaoke section this past month and I haven't seen you at all. In fact, lots of your friends have been asking for you.”
    “Hmm, that's kind of odd. I know I’ve been here all week.”
    “Maybe I’m confused,” he smirked, but I knew he was just agreeing with me so I could shut up.
    I sat alone at the table, not quite sure why I was there. I banged my head to the music and wondered why no men were approaching me. I narrowed my eyes trying to bring back any memories of the past nights—but nothing.
    I looked over at the bar and I thought I saw Christian walking to the restroom. I hurried to follow him and ran in the same direction. My heart began to beat with excitement as I were happy to see Christian—happy he was still alive.
    I waited for ten minutes outside the restroom until he came out—but, he never did. So, I took things into my own hands and walked into the men's restroom. “I know you're in here. Why are you avoiding me?”
    “You cannot be in here!” said a man, who sounded as if he were faking a deep voice.
    “Come out the stall,” I said, afraid to walk into the restroom. “Or I'll kick the stall down.”
    “I'm busy!”
    “Come out now!”
    “Okay, okay.” A man who was dressed in a suit walked out the stall and stared at me with his large eyes. He pulled his pants up and then held his hand out.
    “Who are you?” we both said.
    “You are not my wife?” he said.
    “You are not Christian!”
    “What did you do with him?” I snapped. “I saw him come in here. Did he jump out the window?” I ran over to the tiny window that was open. “He left!”
    “Hmm, I don't know what you're talking about?” said the man as he washed his hands. “But, you should get out of here.”
    I stayed silent, more confused than