Darkness

Ten

Adam.

I turned the beautiful sliver, elegant, necklace around in my dirty palms. The difference from the simple beauty of it, clashing with my brown, cracked hand, somehow was exactly how me and Mia were. Polar opposites. We shouldn't be going out together and I shouldn't have the necklace. I glazed up at the grey, dull sky and heard the strong wind making itself heard and the old tree I was sitting under groaned. The little children ran aimlessly around the park, hair blowing wild, probably feeling as free as they were. I watched as their moms grabbed their hands and some even ran happily around with them. I reflected on my own childhood, how I never experienced such freedom and happiness. Shaking my head, I laughed, and forced myself to stop thinking about shit I can't change.

Jace was ten minutes late, I told him- 2:40, no earlier, no later. My throated closed up as I thought around Mia. I had broken her trust, I had invaded her personal space and taken something which wasn't mine to have. Maybe James was right- I was just a shitty person. From the far gates I saw the imitating stature of Jace.

Picking up the little confidence I could muster, I strolled towards him, pressing my eyebrows together and pursing my lips. Still, he towered over me, suddenly I shrunk. He laughed.

"Where's my money, dickhead?" He snapped, in his usual friendly tone. Not.

"I don't have it-"

"Well I'll call my guys and go to Mia's-"

"Not in cash," I desperately tried to explain myself. "I have it in a object, just as valuable, maybe even more."

"Let's see."

I opened my hand, so the necklace was on show.

"Are they real diamonds?" Jace seemed impressed, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah."

"Wow- where the hell did you find this?" He laughed, inspecting it.

"Just found it," I mumbled, my eye line low. However, Jace wasn't buying it.

"Oi, Jones look at me. You don't find this kind of expensive shit laying around, well not anywhere you all hang out."

I silently begged him to drop it, although I knew he wouldn't. Suddenly he stamped the ground and grinned.

"You were at Mia's yesterday. This is hers isn't it? Oh my god Jones you stole from the girl you beat up, wow you're really a piece of shit." He laughed from his sudden realization. I was burning up inside, my fists clenching.

"I swear to god Jace drop it. Now take your shit and fuck off." I said through gritted teeth, trying to stay as calm as I could manage.

He raised his hands up sarcastically.

"Alright Jones, I know you're a fucking pysco when your angry. I'll sell in the local jewellers, and if it's not the right amount of money, I'll be back, dickhead."  With that he left, a dark figure in black.

-

"Two shots of vodka." I muttered to the bartender. The old bar was sparse, as it was only 4 in the afternoon.

"No Coke-"

"No." I snapped, irritated. I sank into the uncomfortable chair, as my shots were put In front of me.

I said I was going to stop, for Mia and for myself.

I downed my first.

I said I was going to stop drinking to hide my pain, because it wasn't healthy.

I downed my second.

I was going to stop because I wanted to do something with my life. But thief's and thugs don't deserve a good life.

I ordered another 5 shots. Taking each one with guilt and Mia's beautiful face on my mind.

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A/n

Sorry my updates are slow, but hope everyone had a great Christmas!xx

-Tara