Never Enough (2 page)

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Good morning sleepy head. What’d I miss last night?" Halley was a veterinary assistant. She worked hard while she was in school and she loved everything about her job. She usually tries to meet me at The Lounge after work but she had a long day yesterday and she informed me she would be sleeping and not to wake her when I decided to walk or stumble in.

She was a little too perky this morning with her cup of coffee in hand.
She leaned against the counter trying to sound as interested as she could in what I had to say. I wanted to take her coffee and pour it down the drain so she could be miserable like me.

"Ug
h, whisper please." I continued to hold my forehead like it was going to fall off. Halley wasn’t talking very loud but it sounded like a she was speaking into a bullhorn in my ear. I wished my feet would move back towards my room where there was peace and quiet. They were stubborn and too tired to even think about moving. Wonderful.

"Rough night huh? I wanted to go by but Marcus called and wanted to grab dinner before he went to The Lounge and I was too tired to even think of going to drink
so I came home after we ate. Did you sing last night? Oh how was the band? I haven't talked to him since last night." Marcus Walker was her new friend and also the drummer in Trevor’s band. I say friend because they really didn’t label themselves yet but they were so cute together. They were probably better off that way. Things that were labeled tended to be a little more trouble than they needed to be. Halley and Marcus have known each other for about a year and recently began seeing each other after nothing but casual short conversations. She'd seemed so much happier since she found him.

He was about her height, which was around 5‘5
“and he had a short brown buzz haircut. He looked like he could probably be some sort of MMA fighter but he was just mainly fit from playing the drums. Marcus was extremely laid back and so funny to have around. She fit comfortably in his arms when he stood beside her and she always looked so content.

"Oh it’s cool." I popped an aspirin in my mouth and chased it with a glass of water
praying it would begin to kick in. "Yea, I sang before they got on stage. I couldn’t tell you what I sang though; I think I was gone by then. They did a few covers last night; I’ve never heard them play these before. Sounded good from what I remember. Or maybe I have heard them before and I just don’t remember. Who knows?" My lips curved into a smile. Sometimes I just couldn’t hold back that I had an attraction to Trevor. Halley had to know. If not her best friend radar was way off.

"Macy
Young! You really need to slack on that drinking sometimes. One day something’s going to happen to you and it’s not going to be good! Did you drive yourself home? Please tell me you didn't." Geez I swear smoke was getting ready to come out of her ears. She stood there in the kitchen with one hand on her hip fussing like a mom with her teenager. Wonderful. I wanted to laugh at her but my head was pounding too much for that.

I rolled my eyes.
"I know. But really I haven’t been drinking that much. This is the most I’ve drank in a long time. I was just having fun, you know enjoying myself? You should try it sometime. So what if I can’t remember any of the music. Gary didn't drink last night, he brought me home mother dear. Seriously, you know anytime I drink someone brings me home. I’m not stupid." I rolled my eyes as she looked at me still as serious as ever.

"I know your uncle owns the bar but you need to be responsible. I’m not trying to preach to you but I just care.
And I know that’s what you think, but at least he brought you home. Don't worry me like that." Halley meant well. Her lips were pursed together and she kept a stern look on her face with her hand still on her hip. No grin or joke would get me out of this one. I let out a groan. "And I do know how to have fun. I don’t need to be so wasted I can’t remember anything though to do it. I mean really Macy why do you drink so much? I know you’ve had a rough past but is it because of that or because you don’t want to admit you like Trevor. Hell even I’ve seen how he looks at you."

"Hales, he looks at everyone that way.
Any woman that passes him gets that look. He’s just eye candy to everyone. Look I don’t want to discuss the past. I do know you mean well and I know you care. Thank you, at least someone does but I just woke up. Can we have a conversation about something else? Anything else? Please?" I shot her the biggest puppy dog eyes and prayed she would accept my semi-apology. She always did no matter how mad she seemed to be at me.

"I’m sorry. You know how I get sometimes.
Ok I’ll change the subject. You working tonight or just hanging out?" The best part about my uncle owning the bar was that I didn’t always have to work; sometimes I got to just hang out. No waiting on drunk people or having to clean up behind them. Just me getting to drink and enjoy myself. Me getting to be the drunk person. Someone to clean up after me for a change. Lucky for me, tonight was that night and I could not wait.

"
As far as I know I’m just hanging I guess. Gary hasn’t asked me to work and I hope he doesn’t." I fixed a glass of water and then another and downed it to quench my thirst.

Halley grinned at me and replied, “Good, a night out with my best friend is just what I need. We got a date?”

I rolled my eyes at her as dramatically as I could, smiled and said, “Sure.”

We hardly got to do much together anymore besides just hanging out in the apartment.
When we were both in the apartment we either cooked or ordered food and rented movies. I never for the life of me understood why we rented the movies because we did nothing but gossip all throughout them. When she was working with the animals, I was either sleeping, lounging around, or going shopping and when I was working at the bar, she was sleeping. Marcus would be there tonight at The Lounge with us, obviously because the band was playing. He made my best friend happy and that made me happy too. When the band wasn’t performing he was constantly around Halley. He never left her side and sometimes it was sweet but most of the time I found it nauseating. Seriously, find a room, one that I’m not in. Once the band started playing, it would be easy to steal Halley away and have a little fun. That was usually our, no my favorite part of the night. Then who knows what kind of shenanigans we could get into. I smiled glancing back at a memory of her and I at The Lounge right after I moved here. Gary had left for the night leaving me to clean up and close. We had downed so much liquor when he left it was unreal. We probably could have filled a pool with everything we drank. The DJ made the mistake of playing ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ and we ended up dancing on the bar and had the whole place in a frenzy. How I was able to close that night and have everything perfect to where Gary didn’t know, I had no idea but that was one hell of a night. One for the books for sure. We hadn’t had another night like that, I think we were too nervous but we definitely had many more memories in the making.

Chapter 2

Halley went to get dressed for her day out with Marcus. Finally, some peace and quiet. I needed to find my purse. I have no idea where I put it when I stumbled in last night. My room looked like a tornado went straight through it. I made a mental note to clean later. I had more important things on my mind, like where the hell my phone was. The only clue I had as to where my purse lay was the fact that the text tone started going off. I dug and dug flinging clothes in every direction for what seemed an eternity then I finally found it. The room was now an even bigger mess. I grabbed the phone to find that surprisingly the battery wasn't dead yet. Not sure how that happened. Usually my phone was dead by morning if I didn't place it on the charger as soon as I got home. The screen read: "1 New Message". My phone rarely went off because the only two people who ever texted me were Halley and Uncle Gary. Halley just talked to me. She had no reason to text me and I highly doubted it were Gary. Typically he called anyway. He always told me he was still trying to catch onto all the new texting lingo. Most of his texts I could read but some just kept me puzzled. He was better off leaving the texting alone.

The number
staring at me on my phone was one I didn’t recognize though. A slight panic feeling hit me. Who the hell did I give my number to last night? I really needed to stop drinking. I’ve done so good so far with not handing my number out to random people and all of a sudden I seem to be just screwing up.

I opened the message and my eyes bugged out of my head.
Literally I felt like I needed to bend over and pick them up off the floor and place them back where they came from. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Ohmigod I was never drinking again. I gave someone, probably a creep, my number. It could be some lowlife loser and now I’d have to get them to leave me alone. Hopefully this person could take a hint and just go away without me having to go to extreme measures. I mean this is how stalkers were made right? The creeps that didn’t go away, ugh I didn’t need or want that. I sat on the bed and stared at the phone trying to debate on whether or not to open it. Part of me wanted to pretend I didn't see it that just seemed so much simpler. Or just throw the phone away. If it was going to get me in trouble, then I didn’t need one. I mean Halley and I lived together and I always saw Gary at The Lounge so this option was sounding better every minute. That made perfect sense to me.

I picked my jaw up and continued staring.
I tapped the message afraid to look at the contents it held. I drew in a deep breath and stared at the screen a little longer. The message read

"Good morning gorgeous."

My eyes were dry from not blinking and my jaw was practically on the ground again. I blinked profusely to moisten them back, closed my mouth then I stared again at the message. I needed to know who the hell this was.

Quickly I typed,
"I’m sorry you must have the wrong number."

There, plain and simple.
Hopefully I had just shut this whole situation down. Before I could throw the phone back down, a new message popped up.

"This is Macy right?"

Ok, I was officially creeped out. My palms were beginning to start sweating. The thought to throw the phone away and pretend none of this ever happened crossed my mind again. The thought to even lie crossed my mind. It’s not like whoever this was would know I was lying. I could easily say they were given the wrong number. But of course I couldn’t lie.

"Um, yes. Who are you?"

"Silly girl, it’s Trevor."

Fuck my life. I’d at least like to have been sober when I gave Trevor my number. But then he would never have gotten my number
. I would have never given it to him because that was Uncle Gary’s main rule. He didn’t want anything awkward at the bar because the band brought in a lot of income for him and with me being family if we didn’t work out; Uncle Gary risked losing the band and a lot of business. It was nothing more than a recipe for disaster for everyone involved. It was really one of the only rules that Gary had given me when I moved here and I promised him I wouldn’t let him down. Two screw ups already this morning, could this day get any worse?

"How did you get my number,” I responded.

Part of me wished I would have lied, it was too late for that. Surely he remembered something because my brain couldn’t remember anything. I tried to remember anything. Even the littlest thing but nothing was coming to me. The panic was still rising within me. I didn’t want to have a panic attack. I couldn’t. I needed to remain calm and handle this like the adult I claimed to be. No never mind, I wanted to crawl back in bed and throw the covers over my head. Going to sleep and waking back up sounded like a good plan to erase all of this mess. Who cared about being an adult.

The phone went off again and I was a little nervous to see what he had to say.

"You gave me it to me after we played our last set last night. Don’t you remember?"

No
I wanted to scream at the phone but I sure as hell wish I did! Great job Macy!

"No I don’t remember."

I typed back as I sat there breathing a little heavier than normal. I should have just lied and told him I remembered; maybe I would have saved myself from further embarrassment. But then I thought that earlier and see what good that brought me.

He responded
almost immediately with, “Well good thing I remembered ;)"

God forbid I mention that my insides melted with the sight of the winky face.

"Sure."

That was the only thing that came to mind. I had gotten off the bed and began pacing back and forth in my room. This message was a big joke. Trevor didn’t have my number. I would never give it to him. Ever. Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. Someone was playing a joke on me.

I must have been really out of it because I never noticed when
Halley poked her head in and just stared. My eyes met hers. "What Hales?" I was slightly aggravated and I didn't want to be bothered. I was still trying to wrap my brain around the mess I seemed to have made last night and how to make it go away.

"I’m getting ready to go meet Marcus. We’re going to do some shopping and get lunch. I’ll be back this afternoon, maybe we can get ready together for
tonight at The Lounge." She sounded hopeful, like a question but really it was more of a statement letting me know what we were going to be doing. She was assuming the role of my babysitter for the night, I already knew. Maybe that was a good thing though. I was seeming more and more to be in need of a full time babysitter.