So, this is another story that I came up with. I don't know if the atmosphere is right or whatever. But i hope that it ends out good. Tell me what you think about it. Thank you c: Hope you comment, vote and fan1:D
Also, I hope someone could help me out with a cover, please and thank you.
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I climbed out of my MV-Augusta F4CC( It’s a motorcycle if you don’t know) with my black laced boots and my 6'1 figure, having my brown wavy hair come out of the helmet . Reaching near the nearby pub to get a drink, maybe some Jack Daniels- something strong, to forgot what happened in the last 24 hours.
To let you know, I’m not a lightweight when it comes to drinking, my father taught me how to never become an embarrassment when it comes to drinking. Our number one rule in the house, if your drinking, don’t let anyone take advantage of you or mess with you. Never be ridiculous at what your family is good at, fighting and drinking.
I walked towards the pubb that was in the slumy area and i opened the door and looked around to see if anyone i knew was inside, no one. So, I placed my butt on the stool telling the bartender, “the usual” without looking straight at him because he was cleaning some wine glasses and he knew who I was without saying anything. I came here frequently either with my mate or by myself. Usually I came here alone, i don't like to make out conversations with people, i'm not an open book.
He got my drink ready before he cleaned the glass and added some ice on it, then he handed it to me and asked me, “How's your brother doing?”
I looked straight at his grey/blue eyes as i had the glass on the tip of my lips, “The usual. Him chasing bitches, smoking, the stuff.” I shrugged off what I said and finished the Jack Daniels’ asking for more. This wasn't enough to let me forget today, i needed more.
The bartender, Mark handed me another glass with his shaggy black, long hair,He told me that someone has been staring at my actions. I nodded at Mark and slowly glimpse at the man, more like a boy because he still looked like he’s in High School. The ‘boy’ had fair white skin, dark green eyes with curly brown hair that was up to his neck. I’ve never seen him here before, I would have known if he was a familiar face.
Mark said that he didn't even know the guy, that he's never been here, not that he known of.
I gulped up the second glass and stood up from the stoof. As I pushed the glass over to Mark, I told him that I’m done. He gave me a warning look, saying, “ Don’t do something I can’t get you out of, Ashley.”
Mark, hated cops to get in his buisness that's what he's warning me to not to do something that will get me caught into something I cannot get out of. I know once the cops come, Mark won't help me, he'll fend for himself, that's how he is.
In that moment when i got up, the man that was staring at me got up to, and came walking up to me. He quickly got something from his pocket. I turned to Mark and nodded at him to get down and get what I need. It’s something I have down here in the pub in case of emergencies, for some reason someone always wants to murder me or harm me.
I'm not a criminal, no sir. I'm a runaway, more likely a no body.
The man didn't have a gun, instead he through something at me and I easily catched it with one of my hands and asked him, “ What’s this?”
He blankly stared at me and told me to open it.
I'm not a person who listens to people shit, instead i'm the kind of person who gives command and listens to no body. I am my own person, my own follower who doesn't need anybody.
Fuck that shit. “ I’m not going to open something I don’t know so you better tell me what the fuck it is before I take this gun out and shoot it at you.”
i place my gun out and point it at him, not even bothering to look at anyone around the pub because they know, not to mess with me.
“Open that fuckin shit before someone gets killed!” Mark shouted at me, pointing my other gun at both of us.
Fuck! Okay, I opened it and looked at it. As I glimpse at it, i started cursing and swearing loud for the people outside could hear us. This isn’t right, your not- Fuck! This is a disaster.
I turned to look at Mark and told him, " Put that Fucking gun down, Now!"
Mark nooded and took the bullets out of the gun as he then put the gun back to where it is. Safe and sound.
"What's that?" Mark asked me forgetting the man that is standing there, looking at us with his lost, captivating eyes.
I looked back at the object and told Mark to forget about it, that it's none of his damn god buisness.
It's when I looked back at object that I put it inside my black leather jacket to forget it .
This has been a Fucked up day.
Closing my eyes, I called out to the boy in front of me saying my name, "Ash!"
"Clark" He nodded and opened out his left hand to shake it, but I refused. Instead, told him to come with me.
"Seeya Mark"
"Bye, Ashley"
