Love me Endlessly

Chapter 37-Misters of loss.

*Lyric's P.O.V*

The world around me rushed by as I staggered my way to Shane's loft, my bag and drugs left behind at the studio, hidden away safely. The only thing being brought along was my escape, anger, and picture frame gripped tightly in my shaking hands.

I knew I had a crazed look in my eyes and that my cheeks were probably flushed with red from the high was on, but I ignored the strange looks I got from people passing on by. I was focused on one person only and I didn't care what he thinks of me either.

Basically the world and everyone can kindly fuck off until I deal with the problem that has been along way to long.

My itch to rage intensified once Shane's loft building came in sight and it was only going a few more steps before I finally get to say what I need to say without any interruption.

I raced up the stares, the cocaine giving much needed energy to push forward, and the anger coursing through my veins making this much more satisfying the closer I got to the door.

"Just a few more steps." I breathed to myself as I jogged up the last remaining steps. I let a small smile creep across my lips once I was face to face to the door of his loft and knocked loudly, not caring if I bothered the other people living around him.

I barely waited thirty seconds before banging again and not stopping even when I heard a angry yell come from the other side. "I'm coming. I'm coming! Jesus!" Shane shouted, words slurring together but I couldn't tell if it was because of the door muffling the sound of his voice.

The door swung open to show a washed up and drunk Shane staring at me with angry blood shot eyes that only grew more annoyed once he realized it was me. He was holding an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels at his side and a empty glass at his other one.

"What the hell do you want, Stone?" He slurred, nearly spitting at me. I pushed passed him and stormed into his loft. "Sure! Come on in!" He sarcastically exclaimed before slamming the door shut so hard that it made the walls shake. "Prick." He muttered before stumbling pass me, taking a swig out of the bottle, the glass smashing against the floor.

He flopped down on the couch and glared at me. "Well I know you didn't just come to tell me I'm pretty. So talk and then get the hell out of my home." He spat and took another drink from the bottle.

I cleared my throat, not expecting to see him like this, and quite honestly I'm shock he is like this. Not that I should care or not that he's hurt about the Ella thing too, but I thought I was the only heart being broken by her.

I held up the picture frame that was slightly bent at the sides from me gripping it so tight. "Do you see how happy we are?" I asked, cocking my head at him. He leaned up and squinted at the picture before sitting back against the cushion.

"You both look like a couple of joyful bastards who have no idea what kind of pain being in love can bring you." He shrugged, bringing the bottle back up to his lips.

"Exactly we look...happy. And do you know why we look happy, Shane?"