Evelyn's POV
Last night was a hell of a kind for me. I had to watch over Roselyn, drinking herself to a stupor at a bar. I didn't know that was the reason she was running late, and wasn't home yet not until I called her on the phone.
“Hello, Roselyn, where are you? Why are you not back yet?” I probed, then came her slur voice from the phone.
“Who… are you, please?” She questioned, and I couldn't believe my ears.
“What do you mean by who I am, Rose? Is my number no longer saved in your phone, then again, you can't recognize my voice?”
“Hey… Miss, quietness please… stop being loud, and allow me to enjoy my drink in peace!” She answered, ending the call on me.
I called her several other times, but she ended them all, and you needed to see the way I raced out of the house in search for her in virtually all the bars in the area before I finally stumbled on her in one of them.