Chapter {2} : The Drunkie

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Chapter 2: The Drunkie
Publish: April 4th, 2014 - 2:23 PM
Edited: May 27th, 2016

Once again on: September 25th,2016


AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME: CHAPTER TWO

    I gapped at him as he pulled me down the street. His house? Pain shot through my leg with each step, although we were walking at a normal pace my leg was aching terribly.

"Dude," I huffed, yanking his arm back.

"Stop." I whispered, pulling him closer and resting my hand on his shoulder. My fingertips began to puncture his shoulder as I held onto him to keep my balance. I bent over, reaching for my shoes. Unzipping them I slid my feet out of the six-inch platform boots. I moaned out as I felt the cold gravel. Tucked away behind houses, pain now entering my feet.

I had blisters on the balls of them. The friction from the gravel didn't help, but it was a lot better than the previous circumstances.

"We have to keep moving." He said, his eyes wandering to the right beyond the houses where the gates were. I guess this was the alley for the houses that stood in front of us.

"Where are we?" I asked, limping just a tad bit over to the gate that Guitar Dude was once looking at.

"Well, we're about to be on Melvin Road." He stated, pointing towards the gate.

"And where's your house?" I questioned, talking towards the gates, carefully.

"About fifteen minutes from here." He replied, in a calm manner. My eyes widened.

"Fifteen?" I questioned. I wasn't going to argue with him about going to his place. That was the smartest option on my end even though he was a complete stranger.

"We just established that." He nodded, bringing his lips into a thin line. My jaws tightened, he was inferring that I was stupid.

I found myself swaying as we made the trip down Melvin road. He whistled and all I could hear other than that was distant sirens, far beyond where we were. 

"I can't believe I dropped the fucking bottle." He was silent.

"I've never seen you before. You must be a transfer?"

"I keep to myself. I've seen you a few times. You're different up close." I squinted my eyes at him.

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I groaned as he opened up the gate. We have to walk a couple more steps until we reached an outdated Dodge Charger that looked fairly new.

"Is that yours?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Eh, yeah. We're walking towards it aren't we?" He smirked jogging towards it and walking to the rear end, where the trunk was located. Ok. He laid his wooden guitar down in a case in a slow manner, like it was his prized possession. I scoffed and tightened my jaws.

"And my car doesn't appreciate you calling it a that, she prefers Jane." I groaned once again and rolled my eyes however, the name Jane made me giggle.

"As in Mary Jane?" I asked walking towards the passenger's seat, chuckling. Guitar Dude jogged over to me once he slammed down the trunk.

"Yes, yes indeed. "He joked, giving me a wink before opening up the door.

"Hmph." Escaped my lips rather quickly as I eyed him and then the car. "I can't get in there," I said pointing towards his car. He raised an eyebrow, giving me a questioning look.

"And why is that?"

"Because I don't know you or your name for that matter." I stated.

"I don't know you either but, I'm helping you run away from the cops and I'm giving you a ride. I'd say we've known each other for a lifetime." He replied. I huffed and stepped down from the small steep that could hardly be considered a sidewalk, my blistered feet hitting the cold road once again.

"It's because I'm drunk." I stated, plopping down in the seat, lazily and loopy. I dropped my shoes and shrugged into the leather material.

"Maybe..." He trailed off, shrugging and picking up my legs, moving them into the vehicle soon to slam my door shut, almost as if he was in a rush. I simply winched. No sounds followed after.

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     I yelped as he rubbed my leg down with alcohol. He shushed me every once in a while and stopped giving me time to breathe, which didn't help as much as I would have liked it too. Guitar Dude bandaged up my knees and my scraped hands which I hadn't noticed until he said something. Ultimately thinking that was his job since he brought me into his home. He gave me some aspirin, which I had to beg him to let me have to relieve some pain. After I took the pain killers I didn't remember much.

     My eyes flickered open, examining the room I was located in. It was large and looked homey. It was similar to mine in away. I rubbed my eyes, wiping the crust out of them. My vision was slightly blurry but, I knew I was still in the living room. I coughed quietly and sat up, only to see Guitar Dude resting across from me, slouched in a love seat. His lips were parted slightly, forming a lower case 'o', his body looked peaceful even though his position looked uncomfortable.

I removed the blanket that had been placed on me before I fell asleep and threw it to the side. I groaned in pain as I moved my legs and placed my feet onto the hardwood floor. Guitar Dude stirred a little bit as I stood up but, he didn't move too much. I stumbled a few times as I reached down into my clutch, searching for my blackberry. I seriously needed a new phone.

6 missed calls from Dad.

4 text messages.

Shit.

    I sighed in frustration, already knowing I'd be in trouble once I got home. I viewed my text messages which were mainly from my dad and one was from Chaz. He had questioned was I okay and had I gotten home yet since my dad had been going mad. There was no way Chaz could've covered for me. I told him I was going out and that meant my father knew I wasn't with him. There was no valid excuse for me to come up with and honestly, I didn't care. My father wasn't stupid anyways. I huffed as I put up my dirty blondish hair into a high bun. I dragged my body tiredly over towards the stranger that rested across from me and tapped him. He groaned and turned his head in the opposite direction. I rolled my eyes and tapped him a bit harder making him groan once again and rub his face.

"What?" He asked, slightly annoyed.

"I need you to take me home," I whispered my voice cracking and sounding somewhat higher than usual. Guitar Dude huffed and sat up, sniffing as he did so. His sleepy eyes looked up at me innocently.





I bit my lower lip nervously as he drove closer to my house. When there was enough distance between us and my house I sighed lowly.

"Stop," I said, collecting my items. He slammed on the breaks, confused. I sighed once more and looked over at him.

"My dad would kill me if he saw me with you." I chuckled, nervously. He looked at me and licked his lips before. His head nodding slightly and looking straight ahead. I got the hint that I should step out when he did so. I huffed and brushed a loose strand of hair that came out of my bun behind my ear. I grabbed hold of the handle of the door and pushed it outwards.

"Thanks."I muttered, trailing off as I stepped out of the car.

"Justin." He whispered, finishing my sentence hoping that I wouldn't hear him as I slammed the door shut. I smiled slightly and gave Justin a slight wave as I walked towards my house.

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