I'm low on gas and you need a jacket (Vic Fuentes love story) (COMPLETED)

I can't believe it's come to this

Vic's POV

"This is all your fault Vic!" Blade yelled at me.

"How is this my fault?!" I yelled back.

She walked closer to me and spat her words in my face.

"You should have taken better care of me while I was pregnant! Now look where we are. Childless. This is all your damn fault."

"Blade I- I'm sorry." I said back, letting her win the argument.

"'I'm sorry' won't bring our child back." she whispered and grabbed a knife off of the counter.

"Blade please! Whatever you are about to do... It's not worth it!" I pleaded her.

"It is Vic. It is." Blade took the knife and stabbed it into her chest.

"Blade!" I yelled and fell to her side. "No Blade. Please come back." I cried.

Blood poured all over the floor as I held her to me.

"Not you..." I whispered before closing my eyes and laying my head down on her bleeding chest.

I opened my eyes and shot up.

I looked around and saw that I was in bed with Blade. Where I was when I fell asleep.

It's been almost a week since the miscarriage and I keep having horrid nightmares about Blade leaving me or dying.

I looked at the clock by my bed. Two thirty in the morning.

I sighed and laid back down.

I tossed and turned for about twenty minutes before realizing that I can't sleep. I'm just not tired. And the nightmare keeps coming back. Whenever I close my eyes I see Blade stabbing herself as the blood drips down on to the floor.

"Fuck it." I whisper and get up out of bed.

I walk downstairs and write a note to Blade.

'Hey babe, I can't sleep at all. I'll be at the bar for a little while. I'll be back in a little bit. And if I'm not back by four call Mike or any of the other guys and just have them pick me up. Love you. -Vic'

I put the note on the table by the bed and carefully kissed Blade's cheek.

She stirred in her sleep a little and then just went in to a fetal position.

I went outside and hopped in my car and started driving down to the bar.

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When I got there I walked in and immediately swarms of drunks gathered around me. They gave me pats on the back and welcomed me like they have known me for years.

I got past all of them and sat down.

"Hey." A girl dressed in a very slutty and reveling outfit said and sat next to me.

"Hi." I said back and went back to minding my own business.

"Bartender. Give me a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses." she said.

"Sure thing Stacy." The bartender said to her- well, Stacy.

He passed the bottle to her and the shot glasses.

"So what's your name? I'm Stacy." she said and started pouring the tequila.

"Vic." I said back.

"Nice name." She said and pushed one of the full shot glasses over to me. "Here."

I was about to refuse it but then I realized why I'm here in the first place. To drink.

"Thanks." I said and got the drink down.