Gangland 3 [L.T.]

Mine

Mine
[mahyn]

1. To possess something

2. To own

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Song for the chapter:
Hello Heartache - Avril Lavigne
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It's midnight, I'm watching some shitty movie on Netflix and I can't stop thinking about Louis. The bottle of vodka beside me is yet to be opened. My hair is sloppily hanging from my head, my horrible baggy black tshirt covers up my black lace panties. And the talon necklace still hangs around my neck. Did I make the wrong decision accepting the necklace Leo gave me? I don't know.

I call the one person who will tell me the answer.

"What's up kid?" Doc greets in a groggy voice

"Leo gave me a necklace that means that I'm associated with EK and I can't stop thinking about Louis. I don't know what to do Doc!" I say fastly

"Woah kid, slow the hell down. Leo gave you a necklace? So what? Just give it back and stay away from boys." Doc answers in a it's-too-fucking-late-for-this kind of tone

"But I keep thinking about Louis! And Doc I could have swore I was over him and I liked Leo so fucking much! I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Jackie, I can't decide for you. Sleep it off and then wake up with a new perspective or some poetic shit like that. Night love you."

With that he hangs up the phone.

"Jackass." I groan

My emotions get the best of me, I reach for the bottle of vodka that I've stayed away from for almost four months.

The familiar burning as it slides down my throat feels like lightning. Painful, but beautiful none the less.

A knock at the door pulls my thoughts away from the ache in my throat.

I pause my movie and walk to the door, vodka in hand. It's probably just Leo, he's always showing up at odd hours of the night.

I swing the door open, my Leo-expecting eyes fall upon a boy who I started to think only existed in my memory.

My blood runs cold, the bottle of vodka almost slips through my finger tips, my vision blurs, I gulp.

"L-Louis?" I stutter, dumbfounded at the sight of him

"Nice to see you again love." He smirks

My body aches for his touch, my mind aches for his words, but I ache for him. Even his cocky ass smirk.

He walks in, shutting the door behind him.

"Are you clean?" I whisper

He nods, a proud smile across his face, "Four months."

I return a small smile, he even looks better. I hadn't realized how sick he looked when I last saw him, he looked so pale and skinny. Like a ghost but now he's back.

Louis takes a seat on the couch, I sit on the opposite end. Not wanting to get too close, not because I don't want to, but because I don't trust myself.

"How've you been?" He asks

"Good," I smile brightly, "Really good. You?"

"Withdrawal sucked but being sober again feels amazing." He smiles at the ground, almost like he's shy.

But his eyes meet mine, then travel down to the object around my neck.

His beautiful eyes widen, he reaches out, twirling the talon between his fingers.