SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 53 ~ "Fancy seeing you here."

JUSTIN

I look at myself in the mirror, admiring the new art covering my body before grabbing a shirt from the walk in robe.
I have an addiction.
Actually, I've replaced one addiction for another.

She was my addiction, and now its tattoos.
I've had my sleeve finished off for a while now and the other one is halfway there. I got a cross done on my chest a couple of months ago, and I still can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have Jen in her spot, tracing around the cross with her fingertips. He bare legs wrapped around mine, her soft skin pressed up against me.

"Are you drinking tonight?" Mia asks, popping her head out from the bathroom.
I've been staying with Mia a fair bit. I haven't really gone back to the house since she left. It hurts too much. I've visited a couple of times, and I can't deal with it. I can't be there without her, it doesn't feel right.

"Nah, I'll drive. Not really in the mood to drink." I reply, fixing the collar of my shirt.
Mia seems happy with my answer as I pass her, being careful not to brush against her as I do. She's already got the wrong idea of what this whole thing is.
A distraction...one that isn't really working, if I'm being completely honest.
"Ready?" I ask, checking my hair in the mirror once again.
She pulls on her heels and we're out the door. There is no 'you look good' or anything thrown her way, because I'm not quite sure that she does. I'm sure every other guy at the party will think so though, which I don't even mind.

Three hours later, I'm standing back watching everyone make fools of themselves. This partying shit isn't the same when you're painfully sober. I regret not thinking to bring a couple of joints with me at least, I'll have to suck it up for now though.
If she was here, she'd take the boredom away. Even if she was only something to watch. Her hips moving with the beat. Fuck I miss watching her move.

"Fancy seeing you here."
I don't even bother turning to look at her. Her voice sends horrible shivers down my spine.
I readjust my weight onto my right foot and cross my left leg over in front. I quickly realize it's my body's way of telling me to move far away from her. If only my body had warned me a couple of years ago.
"Don't you have a kid to look after?" I ask, not even trying to hide the hate filled tone of my voice.
"You sound a little bitter Justin."
"Fuck off Sophie, go attempt to screw someone else's life up."
"Did I screw your life up Justin?" I can hear the devilish smirk in her tone.
"No. After all of your efforts, you still failed." I laugh, shaking my head in disgust.
"Hmmm, I dunno about that...where's Jen at Justin? Saw you've got a new little whore hanging around."
"How's that kid of yours? Poor little thing. How old is he now? 6 months old?"
"I had a girl Justin, and she's 8 months."
"I bet you're proud of yourself, remembering all that. Last I heard your mom has custody. Guess the entrapment didn't go to plan huh?"
"Fuck you Justin."
"Go be a mom Sophie." I reply.
"I am a mom."
"There's a big difference between a mom and a fucking storage unit."
"You're a cunt."
"Put your tits away, you look like a fucking whore."
With that parting statement, I walk into the kitchen and pour myself two vodka shots, and grab a beer.
Fuck it, I'll walk home. Mia can catch a cab if she can't be fucked walking.
The beer goes down quickly, and I'm about to go tell Mia that it's time to go. I can't stand being around these irrelevant losers any longer.
That's when I see him.
My fucking blood boils. My fists are clenched tight by my sides, erratic breaths coming from me as I try to contain my anger.
It doesn't work.
I'm across the kitchen in two quick strides.
"How ya doin' Jason?" I ask.
He turns around to look at me, and my fist connects with his face instantly.
Cheers immediately erupt around the kitchen, and I assume more people are swarming in to watch the action.
My right hand holds him up against the wall as I repeatedly beat the fuck out of his face.