𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 // 𝘥𝘸

𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦

      I just sat there drinking my beer staring off into space. I thought I could of just put this behind me but I couldn't. He was friends with my brother? How did he even know him? Was he trying to get me pissed off? Cause he's really good at doing that.

        I stood up from the stool and lost my balance which made me fall. I was wasted at 10 am, isn't that great. I grabbed my phone and noticed I had 10 missed calls from Dallas and Steve. I wanted to just cry and scream at him.

        I walked out of the dead bar and I tripped and fell  on some girl.

      "God! Get off me!" She yelled loudly, I got off her and tried standing up again.

       Everything was just spinning and my mind was everywhere. I couldn't focus on a simple thing.

      "Are you okay?" She asked me in a bitch tone.

     "I'm fine" I slurred and almost fell again but she caught me.

     "Come on,  let's get you some water" we both walked out of the bar with my arm on her shoulder as she tried holding me up. "You are very drunk" she mumbled

       "Very" I laughed softly, she sat me down on a bench as she went into the drug store to get some water

        "Here" she handed me water bottle and I took a sip of it. I looked at her closely, she had dark dark brown hair almost black, tan skin and brown eyes.

        "What's your name?" I asked her 

        "Sylvia, you?"

        "Stella" we both shook hands and looked back into space.

        "Why you drunk at 10:25 am?" She asked me, I looked at her and leaned back on the bench.

         "I'm drunk cause of men. Cause of a boy that  made me feel like shit then moves away, then I come back home and the fucking bitch is here... and he's friends with my brother" her eyes widened and she started laughing.

        "And I thought my life was a mess......Is he your boyfriend or"

        "He's my best friend and he's an asshole" I scoffed and looked at some kid fall on his face then start crying. That is the best thing I've seen today. "He literally blocked me from his life then I literally come back home and he goes I can explain, let me talk, like no! I spent years just looking for the asshole."

"You should honestly just try talking to him, hear the excuses then be toxic"

"Best advice yet, okay it was nice meeting you... uh Sylvia bye" I got up and left the broad sitting there. I didn't drive cause you know I knew I was gonna be wasted so I walked home.

      I was gonna go to my house and well let's say I took another stop at the bar but this time I stayed there all day and literally left crawling. Then I went home.

       I opened the front door and almost fell so I held on to the handle.

        "Steven!" I yelled and walked into the house, I knocked something's over but I made it to the living room. "Steve!" I yelled loudly, "steve!!" I screamed but I couldn't find him.

        Where the hell is he, I need him, right now. My head was throbbing and my balance was horrible. I was way to drunk to function. He's probably at his friends house. I need to find Steven.

       I walked what felt like 100 miles, I didn't know where to go. I sat down on the side walk and called Steve. He didn't answer. I called him a few more times but he wouldn't answer me. I texted him but it just said delivered. I threw my phone to the floor and ran my hands through my hair. I felt a warm droplets of tears run down my cheeks. I felt alone. I mean I was but really alone.

      I grabbed a cigarette from my pocket and began to smoke to try to relax. I was so mad at Dallas. He can't just leave and move to a place where I grew up in. I got up and grabbed my gun from my pocket, I began walking.

         I didn't really know where but I was trying to remember the stupid streets and houses. I saw the beat up Ford Steve told me about so I just walked towards that house.

I opened the front door and saw the 6 boys from yesterday and another guy there.

"Stella?" Steve stood up but I ignored him and walked over to Dallas, I pressed the gun to his head, "Stella put the gun down!" Steve yelled at me

"It ain't loaded" he muttered, I pointed the gun to the ceiling and shot.

      "This remind you of something?" I slurred, I felt his switch blade press on my neck.

      "The day I left.....you're drunk" he said to me

       "I'm gonna kill you" I said to him

      "This is better then normal soap opera" I heard a boy say softly.

       "Why did you fucking leave?"I pressed the gun harder and he put away the switch blade.

        "Can we talk about this outside or somewhere else?" He asked me, I gulped and got off him.

I walked out, I didn't care, I didn't want to talk, I wanted a simple answer. A stupid fucking answer, it's that simple.

"Stella" he said walking behind me but I didn't care I just kept walking, trying to find my way home. "Do you even know where your going? You're drunk and you're pissed, that was never a good mix for you"

"What do you care?!" I yelled so loudly I bet the whole neighborhood heard me "You didn't say goodbye!!!" I turned around and looked at him "You didn't say goodbye" I felt tears run down my cheek but I quickly wipe them away.

     "It was easier to leave like that" he walked over  to me but I pointed my gun at him.

      "I'll kill you don't move, I swear I'll kill you"

     He took 2 steps.

      "I said don't fucking move!!!" I yelled louder then before, he took another step closer to me. "I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you Dallas! I'll kill you"

        He took 3 more steps.

        "Stop walking! Just fucking- stop!"

       "You won't kill me" I felt tears run down my cheek, he hurt me. He made think I was at fault. It wasn't my fault it was his. It was all him. He told me to rot in hell.

       "You left me alone."

       "And I'm sorry" he took 4 more steps to the point where my gun touched his chest. "Shoot me"

       "I told you not to move"

       "Shoot me! Fucking kill me Stella!!! Just pull the trigger" I looked into his eyes, he didn't flinch. "Do it. If you really want me dead then kill me." I dropped the gun and hugged him. He took a breath of relief and hugged me back.

      "Don't ever do that ever again" I missed him so much. Feeling him here with me just solved 99.9% of my problems.

      "Fuck" he said under his breath "I missed you too"

        "I'm so drunk right now" I said softly and I heard him laugh.

         "Let's get you home doll" he chuckled softly and walked me to my house.

         I'm still kinda mad at him but you know... a little less.