Luck was rarely on Ciera's side. She had the good fortune of being robbed in the parking lot of a bar and was only one bad hangover away from losing her job. Life was all about fun and taking risks though, and nothing that could potentially lead to a good time was out of the question.
Little does Ciera know that she's being watched. There's a guardian angel keeping her safe, but he doesn't have wings. When Ciera finds herself in a bind yet again, he's ready to spring into action, but rescuing her will come at a cost.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ParanormalLuck had never been on my side. Then again, if I didn't put myself in such awkward positions, maybe I wouldn't need luck to get me out of them. In truth, I just didn't give a shit. I was young, and life was all about having fun. One of my favorite fun time activities was drinking. That was what the weekends were made for.
This weekend was no different. Tonight's party was at a little known dive with crappy parking in the back. The neighborhood was sketchy, at best. My friends were fans of trying out new bars, but this one couldn't have been less appealing.
Oh well. When you have enough booze in you, all bars look the same from the inside. They're filled with people trying to relax and unwind from a stressful week of work.
All was well and good. We laughed and sang and played pool and did everything else drunk stupid fools do. Then I remembered I had to work the next morning. Of course, responsible thoughts only kicked in after I was already ten sheets to the wind.
I said my goodbyes which I'm pretty sure included a few slurred 'I love you man's and drunkenly stumbled out the door, fumbling in my purse for my keys as I went. The only light illuminating the parking lot flickered like something out of a horror movie, and a chill rolled down my spine as I paused to look at it before proceeding forward. For being such a small bar it had been packed inside, and so the parking lot was full. In the dim light, it was hard to remember where I had parked my car. Thanks to my beer goggles putting the world in a spin, most of the cars looked the same.
Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes of scouring the parking lot, I was able to find Old Betsy Number Three. My previous two cars were Old Betsy Number One and Number Two. No imagination, I know.
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Translated by Vieru Raluca Maria
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