Alice’s phone vibrated in her pocket again, and again, she checked it to see who was calling. It was Dana. Again. She knew what Dana wanted, to apologize, to be a couple again, but somehow, Alice wasn’t ready to recommit to the athlete. She just couldn’t face her again, not after the image of she and Lara making out on their couch, fucking on their bed. It was all just too much. “Where the fuck are you Carmen?”

“What do I do, Carmen?”

“Just stay calm, baby.” Carmen stated reassuringly. “I think you should just leave him there and come home. That’s my honest opinion.”

“You don’t understand, Carmen. He’s my Dad.”

“I know, Shane, but what good has he done you?”

“That doesn’t fucking matter.”

“Shane…”

“No, Carmen. You just don’t get it, and you never will.”

“Sha-Shane? Shane, did you fucking hang up on me?” She snapped, pulling away to see the screen flashing the words ‘call ended’. “Fuck!”

Shane glanced around, trying to think of where he’d gone. She had to do this, she had to find him, to find out why. Suddenly, an idea struck her and she ran down the stairs, practically knocking over several people on her way. She stopped short in the doorway to the bar, a fairly nice place with a not so nice man moping at the bar, drink held firmly in his hand.

“Gabriel!” Shane snapped, walking over to him, and pulling his slouching body off the stool, practically throwing him across the room.

“Oh, so this mess belongs to you, huh?” The bartender asked, drying a glass.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if he’s caused any trouble.”

“Shut up, Shane! Who the fuck do you think you are? My mother?! ‘Cause she’s dead!” Gabriel stumbled backwards into a table, knocking a few water glasses to the ground with a large crash.

“Hey, you gonna pay for that?” The bartender snapped angrily, trying to survey the damage.

“Yeah, sure, just charge it to my room.” Shane replied, sighing as she walked over to her father.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for it? Because you’re miss fucking perfect?” He walked over to another table, picking up a glass. “Well, fine then. You can fucking pay for this too!” He threw the glass as hard as he could into the wall and picked up another one, throwing that, too, against the wall. “And this!” He used his arm to clear off an entire table where a few people were eating, knocking over a wine bottle, four glasses and four plates.