Addiction (Relaunch)

Chapter Nine: Troubled Feelings

***Alexander's POV***

It was a Wednesday night. I was chilling out by the bar @ Risata after my game at the RFC.

"Congrats dude! That battle with Vegas earlier was so cool!", few patrons from the RFC came over patting me on my back. I gave them a nod to express my gratitude. 'Why won't these fuckers leave me alone?'', I thought as I chugged down that bitter beer.

Call me pathetic but I really miss you Allie. Every night has been long ever since you were gone. I'm not sure if with this rate I'm drinking, the bartender may just call it off for me since I've been tapping him repetitively every next 30 seconds.

'Look what you've done to me, Allie', I thought as I keep chugging down mugs and mugs of that bitter beer down my throat. "Tap", I instructed the bartender again. I took out my phone from my back pocket. My natural instincts scrolling down the contacts list in my phone. I pressed dial. It beeped twice and I was brought to voicemail. Again.

"Allie, why are you not answering your fucking phone? Answer me! (I yelled) Come back to me!". Beep. The sound of the voicemail being put off. 'Fucking bitch'. I'm sure she's still using this number. Such a coward you are Allie to take my money and even run away.

'Yes. I made a mistake. It was only once. Just that ONE TIME.', I thought as I chugged my mug further down.

'Do I really deserve this? It wasn't my intention to hurt you...I was drunk. I need you to trust me. What else do you want me to do, Allie? I have never once been sober ever since you left.'

'You said I'm a liar. Sure, I'd accept any of your insults just for you to come back to me. If only you knew how much I've been suffering since you left, would you choose to come back to me? You want money, I can give it to you any day. I wouldn't care less about spending a dime on you. It's not money I care, it's you I want, Allie.', my sorrow thoughts clouded my heavy head as I seem to lose consciousness of the situation. I blinked few times to regain my vision. Am I blacking out again? Before my vision blacked out, I could hear the bartender calling after me, "Sir!", he yelled as his vision of approaching me replayed before my blurry vision as I fall into a deep slumber.

"Allie...", I murmured.

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"Hey man! Hey!", a somewhat stinky and sore voice calling me up from my slumber. 'Where am I?'

"You're sleeping on my place, dude!", his voice getting clearer as he shrugged me up. My eyes still finding it's muscle to open up from the night before.

'Ouch', my head hurts. It feels so heavy. I've done it again. I slept on the streets. What am I doing? "Move man!", the voice of the ragged man continued as I was pushing myself up from the ground. My eyes were squinting but my vision is clear. "Move!", the ragged man continued as he attempted to push me away. I swiped it away as if telling him I'm going to do it myself. He understood and allow me to gather my energy and bring my self up. As I stood up, I paced around my back pocket. 'I've been robbed'. My wallet, iphone and cigars have gone missing. Well, just another unfortunate day on the streets. I turned over to the ragged man, "Do you have any change?", I asked.

"Get lost man!", he persisted as he tidied up his place. "You need to sober up.", he continued.

I need to call Stefan. "Do you know if there is any place I can call someone?", I asked the ragged man. He ignored me.

I looked around, scanning my surrounding. I'm in the middle of New York street. I know this place. The bar is just few blocks down the road. I walked my way back to the bar and find myself reaching out to the owner of the bar. "Alex, my man. Here for another drink?", Johnny exclaimed. "Ooooh~ you stench, dude", he continued as his expression turned to disgust. "I need to borrow your phone, Johnny", I said.