Vixen

Chapter 32

-sparrow

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No matter how much time may have passed, it is nearly impossible to forget the ones you once loved. Their memories, no matter how good or bad, are always going to be apart of you. They impact you in ways you could never have imagined.

That's what I realized today when I swore I thought I danced with him.

But that was just my brain playing tricks on me.

"Vixen, come on, the car is here," Harley said breaking me out of my thoughts.

Damn. Nothing had gone well tonight. We didn't get any viable information, Vera is the daughter of the Italian mafia don, but doesn't seem to know it, and I'm fucking hallucinating.

Harley laced her fingers with mine and guided us to the car. To my right, was Jay focused with his thoughts. He had been like that ever since we found out about Vera. I linked my arm with his and pulled him closer. He looked down and smiled softly. I felt bad considering what a scare I might have given them.

Once the car had pulled up, we all quietly got in. I grabbed one of the champagne bottles and filled three glasses.

"Vixen?" Jay called out.

"Hmm," I couldn't seem to find the energy in me to talk.

"What happened back there?" I could see both Harley and Jay eagerly awaiting my response.

"I'm losing my fucking mind, that's what happened." I laughed bitterly.

"Well you lost that years ago. So come on, what happened?" Jay shot back.

"I thought I saw him." I whispered.

Saying it out loud only made it worse. But damn it, there was no way it could be possible. I watched him. I fucking watched him die.

"I thought I saw him. No, actually, I thought he was the guy I was dancing with at the end. But that's not possible, right? He's gone." I confessed.

Fuck. Saying it out loud only made it worse. I looked up to see their reactions, and it was as expected. Harley's face paled and was practically frozen. Jay leaned back in his seat and stared at the floor. He had never really gotten the chance to know him, but he knew how much he consumed me.

"Yeah, like I said—out of my mind." I choked out.

It was quiet for the next few minutes. I couldn't even imagine what Harley was thinking. I mean, me remembering him from time to time was normal—even she does it, but actually thinking I danced with him? That was a whole other level of therapy I clearly needed.

I looked up when Harley cleared her throat, only to see her down the whole glass of champagne.

"I think it was just your brain being stupid. It happens to me sometimes, I'll think I see him or smell his cologne, but it's just me wishing he was here. You're fine—I think. Yeah, no you were just imagining it. There is no other explanation. You quite literally watched him die—" she rambled.

"Harls breathe," I cut her off.

Maybe telling her wasn't such a good idea. She would just be worried about me now, or even start doubting herself.

Damn it

"Why are you so sure that it was him?" Jay asked.

"The guy just gave off a familiar feeling. Plus, when the dance ended, he said something, and his voice—it was so much like his." I responded warily.

Jay nodded his head and looked out the window. I sighed and downed my glass, and went to pour another one. I knocked on the partition and waited for the driver to lower it down.

"How much longer?" The drive was taking a little too long.

"Maybe 5-10 minutes miss, the traffic tonight is bad."

"Alright. Thank you," I sighed and went back to my seat.

I startled when Jay's phone started ringing obnoxiously loud.

"Yeah? Um no? Woah— slow down bud."

Harley and I looked towards him with confusion.

Bud?

Jay and Tyler had been staying at the mansion with us for safety precautions, so why the fuck was he panicking so much. Breaking in was practically impossible.

"Okay, okay just sit tight we're on our way. Stay on the phone with me okay?" Jay got up and knocked on the partition.

"Fucking floor it," he shouted.

I could literally feel the car increase its speed drastically.

"What the fuck is going on Jay," I demanded

"Tyler called, rambling on about how there was some guy in the lobby—just fucking sitting there like he owned the place." He rambled on.

"What the fuck? How is that possible? The only ones who have a key are me, Harley, Tyler, and you." I shot back.

Harley quickly grabbed her purse and pulled out her key. Next was Jay, then me— who couldn't find hers.

Shit

"I- My key. I don't know where it is," I looked up at them in confusion. I had put it in my dress, and as far as I know, no one had fucking taken it off.

Unless

"The guy. When we were dancing, we were pretty close, what if he swiped it?" I voiced out.

Their heads snapped to me with anxiety. Fuck how could I have been so careless. We have to get back as soon as possible.

Fuck.

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Sorry for the long wait!! School got so shitty, but i'm good now!
Also that song is "Dancing with your ghost" by Sasha Sloan!

Who do y'all think it is?
ALSO THANK Y'ALL FOR FUCKING 10K!! AHHH