CHASING SAPPHIRE🔞

Chapter twenty two: A glass of water and emotion, part 1.

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~Vincent~

I groan as I call her again and she doesn't pick. Where the fuck did she go?!

"Vince son-"

"-Ma, I'm sorry I have to leave now."

"Why don't you at least drink something? You haven't accepted anything we've given you" Summer says, looking rather frustrated.

"That's cause I'm not hungry or thirsty, I'm fine!" I snap and run out of there. Sapphire! I run to the security.

"H-hey, please did you see a lady, um, red hair, lots of freckles, pretty green/hazel eyes. She was dressed in a white short dress and this high boots or so, brown."

"Oh yeah. The lady that looked as though she wanted to cry" the guy tells his partner, chuckling.

"She hailed a cab and I think I heard her tell the cab guy, to take her to the nearest bar, not sure" he shrugs. Bar? Fuck Sapph, what the hell did I do now?

"Okay, sorry please, what's the nearest bar?"

"That should be Zeno's"

"Okay, thanks"

I get on my bike and drive, asking people for directions until I finally reach the place. I see Sapphire immediately, seated on the bar seat, she spins around, clearly drunk. I run to her

"Sapph!"

"V-Vince. Urgh, why'd you come here? Can't you see I was trying to forget you? Well, since you're already here, tell this guy to give me a Molly will ya?"

"What the fuck is a Molly?" I ask, incredulously.

"Language!" She snaps, then giggles.

"It's ecstasy, I don't think she should take it. And besides we don't have it here"

"Lies! What bar doesn't have Molly?!" She snaps again, this time, pointing a small finger at the bartender guy.

"I. Hate. You"

"Feeling's mutual babe, please carry this piece of shit away from here"

"Hey! You watch what you fucking say or else!"

"Else what?" He asks, standing up, his bulging muscles, making me gulp. One thing they taught me about fighting is, to know when to run, and this time, I think I should.

"Isn't she a piece of shit?! Why allow your girlfriend to come here alone huh? Look at how hot she is and you let her come to a bar alone, you're practically asking for her to be fucked" that does it, I punch him straight in the nose and fuck did that hurt my hand, at least his bleeding.

Be punched me too and I dodge it, he punches me again and we get into a brawl. Which is mainly him beating me up. I silently pray for help, them some guys come to hold him up. His face looks bad, so mine probably looks worse.

"Bro, get the fuck outta here!" One of them yells and I stand up quick and carry a knocked out Sapphire. Fuck my life. I hail a cab and put my bike in the boot, driving off to her apartment.

....

I groan, waking up and stretching, my hand wanders, looking for someone I know won't be there, my suspicions are confirmed when I feel just sheets.

I hear the shower running and I decide to leave the room. Fuck, my face feels sour and numb. I didn't really do much to my injuries before I slept off.

I put on the tv, tuning the channel to basketball, coach said to watch as many basketball games as we can and I hardly do that.

I watch for a while, noting the players alongside their strengths and weaknesses.

"Vince" a small voice calls from behind me and I turn back to find her in a black tube and pink shorts. Her legs, looking so beautiful, I look away from them and face her, patting the empty space on the sofa beside me.

"Guessing you probably found me at the bar" she says, wincing and I'm not sure if it's from the obvious hangover or from the memory.

"Yeah, I did. And I also got into a fight"

"Yeah, I remember that, it's just all so blur, but I remember" she says, regret written across her features. She sits on my lap, much to my surprise and I hold her, her head pressed to my chest, her coffee scent filling my nostrils

"I'm ready" she says, her voice muffled by my chest. I don't need to ask for what, cause I know. She's scared, I can feel it from her tense back, so I roam my hands around, feeling her relax.

"Little by little okay?" She nods.

"I wasn't the best person growing up, I was adopted when I was 12, crazy right? I remember my parents, they were...nice, very nice and caring, at least that's what I used to tell myself. They were always around, but never really around. I don't know if you get me. They never really toyed attention to me, we weren't extravagant but we were comfortable. That's what matters, right? Imagine my surprise when my mum took to the foster care home, to put me up for adoption, I was confused. She was in tears, crying, hugging me, telling me she was sorry. Honestly, I can never forget that day. I asked her why. And she said she just couldn't have me around now, that she'd be back to get me. That I should wait for her, she promised. I was 10 then. I took her promise and waited, after a year, she didn't come. So, I kinda went into darkness, there used to be so much hatred and darkness in me, I was the worst behaved child there, they hated me and I hated them too, I loved to destroy stuffs, get into fights, with even children older than I was. I even made every single parent who wanted to adopt me run away, I scared them away, I lost trust in adults, lost trust in the world..."  I give her a glass of water and she drinks a bit, then drops it on the stand, moving to sit on the chair.

"Then two years after, on my birthday, the only lady I liked there came to me and smiled, telling me she has a present for me, said some people has sighed the documents, that they wanted to adopt me. I frowned and that was the first day I yelled at her, telling her that I didn't want to go anywhere and that I was old enough to make my own decisions, that I wasn't leaving. In about five minutes, mom had me in the car" she let's out a dry laugh.

"She used to be so strong and strict then. After a while, I learned to accept the fact that I had a new family. I found out I had a brother and I loved him, he was really handsome then, they all were, and they made me feel pretty too, so I decided to acknowledge the fact that I was pretty, I liked them, a lot, though I never showed it. But even with all the joy, I couldn't ignore this nagging feeling, reminding me that I was adopted... it used to make me feel worthless then, I almost went into depression, whenever i thought of my mum, my dad didn't even tell me goodbye, it hurt, still hurts, to think about it." She drinks the water again

"I went to middle school, I was always different in public. Moody in public, a bit less moody at home, Brian gave up trying to make me friends with his friends, until he moved to high school, then I was all alone. I had friends, more like acquaintances, we walked together, but I never really spoke with them. I got into a lot of fights, even though I did most of them for a good reason, like if I found someone bullying another, I'd beat the person up, or if they ever said anything against my family, I'd beat them up, even when they just as much as said something bad about you, I'd beat them up too..." she looks at me, tears in her eyes. S-she remembered.

"Sapph..."

"Shaggy? Yeah, I remember you" she says and I kiss her, our tears mixing together.

She remembers me.

       AUTHOR'S NOTE

I literally cried writing this, I'm emotional like that.😅

Anyways, I didn't want the chapter too be too long, so I broke it into two.

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