Through the Wooden Door by K Carr

Through the Wooden Door by K Carr

Author:K Carr [Carr, K & Carr, K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K Carr
Published: 2020-06-02T18:30:00+00:00


Chapter 9

“Is this Jennifer?”

“Whosdis?” I grumbled into my cell.

“My name is Mark, I’m a bartender at Indigo Nights. I have a very drunk Connor here with me and he said you would come get him. I offered to call him a cab earlier but I think he’s now past the stage of-”

“It’s fine,” I cut him off, blinking the sleep away while sitting up in bed. “Where are you,” I lost the battle against the yawn. “Where are you located?”

He gave the information before ending the call. I was incapable of moving for the space of a few seconds, then my limbs exploded into a burst of activity. Five minutes later I was dressed and in my mom’s bedroom. The light from the hallway cast a gloomy glow over the lines of the furniture in the room.

“Mom,” I shook her shoulder, not as gently as I had intended, which caused her to sleepily jerk into an upright position.

“Wha – I’m up,” she said. “What’s wrong? Is it Megan?” Although she had been sleeping only moments ago, she was already in crisis mode, already trying to get to the bottom of the problem. Maternal instincts.

“Sorry to wake you,” I whispered from where I knelt at the side of her bed. “I have to go out.”

“What time is it?” she asked groggily and reached over to check the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. When she saw the glowing 2:59, she woke all the way up. “What’s wrong? It’s 3 in the morning! You’re not going anywhere-”

“It’s Connor,” I said then rushed to explain when her face filled with fright. “No, no, don’t look like that. It’s nothing serious. He just needs a lift.”

“From where?” she rubbed a hand over her face and tried to fight a yawn.

“A bar in Manhattan.” I mumbled. “I’ve got to go. I shouldn’t be too long. Will you listen out for Megan?”

“Mhmm,” she murmured and started to sink back onto the mattress. “Don’t worry, I will. Call me,” Her eyelids slipped closed. “When you pick him up.”

I leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Thanks, Mom. Love you.” I stood up and quietly exited her room. After a quick check on my sleeping daughter, I grabbed my bag and keys then hurried out the house. The cold air hit my face like a slap as I belatedly realized my coat was unbuttoned. My nipples constricted against the cotton material of my t-shirt, in my haste to get dressed in the dark bedroom, I had forwent a bra. My steps quickened into a sprint towards my SUV, and once I was in the vehicle I blasted the heating on while bringing up the route to the bar on my SatNav. The only sound on the street was the engine of the SUV as I reversed out the driveway and drove off.

It took forty minutes to get to the destination. Forty minutes of me wondering what the hell was wrong with Connor. Well, I knew what was wrong with him.



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