Making the wrong judgement

Emily’s Pov

I cannot believe the day went by so fast. I can finally drink my coffee that’s been standing on my desk since lunchtime, which is now ice cold. I haven’t heard from Blake all day.

I picked up my phone and dialled his number.

“Hello.”

“Who is this?” I asked when a woman answered his phone.

“Lee-Ann, Blake is in the shower. May I ask who this is?” I quickly declined the call, not saying my name to her. My head is pounding. I can feel the blood boiling inside me.

“What’s going on?” Linda asks when she came into my office.

“Nothing, what’s up?”

“I need to ask, who gave you this document to sign?” she showed me a document with my signature on it.

“A tall blond guy, he said it’s for maintenance that was scheduled a few months ago.”

“Oh, shit.” she lets out.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, troubled.

“Em, you signed a document permitting to hire more staff and the hospital is in a crisis, and you don't have authority to hire more staff.”

“What? No, it can’t be.” I snatched the documents out of her hand. I tried to make out the words, but it says nothing about more staff, or I can’t understand most of the words actually.

“What now?” I ask, my eyes big and my entire body shaking.

“I have a pretty good idea what happened here.” Linda lets out a sigh.

“What?” I ask in fear, what have I done?.

She left the office without explaining.

Can my day get any fucking worse?

I grab my bag from the couch and run out. I’m beyond angry, no I’m furious, I don’t think the word angry can justify the way I feel right now. I climb into a taxi as soon as I spot Vicky staring at me. What is she doing here anyway?

“Stop at the nearest bar, please,” I ask the taxi driver. Another thing I learned from Blake. Whenever he feels angry or sad he chooses alcohol to make him feel better. I used to go to a movie or dance to feel better. I completely changed for a man who doesn’t feel shit about me.

He declared his love for me yesterday, and today he has a woman in his apartment while he showers, want shit is that?

“What can I get you?” the bartender asks.

“The strongest drink you have.” I let out, half laying on the bar.

“Is it that bad?” he smiled.

You have no idea,” I let out, sounding defeated.

“Ok then, coming up.”

The bar is empty. It's just me and a man sitting in the corner by the window, looking like shit, just like me.

“Here you go.” the bartender handed me my drink, and I down it with one sip. I almost puke at the taste. How strong is this drink?

“Another one.” I slide the glass back to him. He nods and disappears in front of me. I’ve spent months trying to understand Blake, to try to understand why he always felt so lonely and scared. I know he had a terrible childhood, but that is no excuse for what he is doing now. I don’t even know what he’s doing, but I can just imagine.

What was he doing in the shower at this time of the day, with another woman in his house answering his phone?

I down the glass again and showed the bartender to bring me another one. By the third one, I felt clumsy and light-headed. The bar suddenly gets filled up with people, young underage children, ordering drinks from the bar. Young girls throw themselves at the barman, and they enjoy the attention he gives back. Honestly, I feel discussed by just looking at them.

“Can I get you another drink?” the bartender asks.

“Tell me something, how do you guys serve underage children with alcohol?”

He looked stunned by my question but surprised me with his answer.

“They tip well, especially the girls.” he winks and placed another drink in front of me. Men, they are all the same. I played with the ice in the glass, trying to figure out what to do, my heart is racing and my stomach is tight in knots as I keep hearing ‘Lee-Ann in my head’ who the hell is she?

“Have we met before?” a young, tall man with blond hair asks, as he glides on a barstool next to me.

“No, I don’t think we have?” I said, taking a sip from my drink. His tone is thick and attractive, more than most of the young men in the bar.

“Can I get you a drink?” he smiles, a striking smile, and I can see right through his bullshit smile, so I decided to have some fun. I mean, if Blake can have fun, why can’t I?

“Tell me something, if I had to say yes, and drink say at least 4 drinks with you, what would your plans be after that?” I leaned over the bar counter.

“Let's see, I would ask you first if you 're dating someone, which I presume you 're not, are you?” he asks.

“That depends on what your plans are?” I said, taunting him.

“Let’s see.” he leans closer to me, half whispering into my ear.

“I might ask you to go home with me and.” the next thing The young guy is laying on the floor, with Blake on top of him, my head can’t catch up with the action taking place in front of me, I finally snap out of it and realize Blake is beating the shit out of him.

“Stop it, Blake,” I yell, but he kept hitting the guy until he finally stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. The entire bar went quiet. Pain and anger together stirred in his eyes. He turned around and walked out of the bar.

I couldn’t move. I’m not sure if I should follow him. He decided for me when he turned around and yell at me.

“Are you fucking coming?”