Chapter ThirtyFive (Intimate)

“Who’s voice?” Martin asked.

“Lucifer.” I finished my last drink, and hiccuped.

The two of them just looked at eachother and back to me. “Y’mean like the Archangel?”

“That’s the the one.” I burped out, I stood up just to fall back into my stool again, Sheamus steadied me before I fell out of my seat. “Taker easy bud, yer gonna fall.”

“I’m fine. Let me go.” He slowly let me go making sure I was stable enough.

‘Sto…’ Lucifer’s voice cut out, and I finally for once in months felt alone in my own head I can finally think…

Sheamus and Martin stared at me, but the room began to feel like it was spinning.

I looked around forgetting Ariel wasn’t with me, where was she again?

I have to go back to the motel, I have to appologize.

I stood up again scraping the stools legs with a screech of the cobblestone made flooring, my hands on the counter holding me in place.

“Woah careful, there fella.” Sheamus says, as he holds out his hands in case I fall again.

I took out more money from my pocke