I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Romance

Alright, here's the start of the series. Hope it's up to the low standards I set!

Wow, I can't believe people actually like my shit! I've updated this with spelling and grammar fixes, AND more fighting!

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That fucking prick. I can't believe he dumped me for some fucking redheaded whore. I give him a week before he comes crawling on back to me. Screw you Frank. My thoughts are interrupted when the silence around me slowly fades out as I hear a car pulls up in the parking space infront of me.

With static and the faintest sound of a classical guitar mixed in coming of the radio, I know exactly who it is without looking.

It's Ray and Matt, come to try to get me to go home before Mikey gets there and sees I'm not. Again. And comes out to get me. Again. I look up at the car and shake my head, something they've finally understood meant to just leave and not even try to get me to go home.

I won't go home. The home I share with Frank and Mikey. The home I share with the ex and the little brother. The home I wish I never had to go back to.

Ray and Matt pull off, leaving me in the parking lot of the last 7/11 in all of Union County that allows me to be within a 30 foot radius of the front door. I know Mikey knows that I'll be here, so I make a decision. I decide I'm going to go to somewhere new. Im going to go to a bar.

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Of course all of the bartenders know who I am. They all take one look at me and tell the bouncers to toss me. Fucking dickheads. You get high on ecstasy and accidentally burn a bar down once and suddenly every bartender hates your guts.

That is, all except one. Ironically, it's the bartender whose bar I burned down. He was going to close up shop and file for bankruptcy, but my little stunt, or as he likes to call it "little miracle", he was able to collect a large insurance check and rebuild it.

Now, as I walk in towards the bar, I can see that it's filled with all kinds of people. In the back booths are all the bikers, the people at the tables are the people who are too drunk to remember how drunk they are, the pool table has the hustlers, and the bar has the people wallowing in their problems.

As I sit at the bar the bartender notices me and hurries over smiling.

"Gerard! What a pleasure to see you here. You haven't been here in so long. How've you been? You want the usual? How's..." he keeps talking but I stop paying attention. I am focused on a girl playing pool with one of the worst hustlers of them all, Dylan. She must not realize that she is being scammed out of whatever they bet.

She looks a little shorter than me, maybe a couple of inches shorter. Her hair is long, dyed a deep shade of purple. She's really pretty too, way out of my league though.

"Hello, Earth to Gerard, you there?" He starts snapping his fingers infront of my face. I wish he'd fuck off, but I don't want to be kicked out, so I say nothing.

"Sorry Brutus, I've been out of it a bit too much recently. Will you excuse me for a second?" I get up and slowly make my way over to the table the girl was at. A small crowd has started to form and I have to push to see what's going on.

Dylan is standing there, his face is completely red, either from alcohol or anger. The girl is aiming her shot at the 8 ball, a rookie mistake, or so I thought until i noticed that all of the stripes were gone. Dylan always plays solids, so that means...

"Holy shit. She just beat Dylan" someone next to me says. They're right, she did. And Dylan is pissed, because he turns and punches the guy who said it. He crumples to the floor, an instant K.O., as he turns back to her.

She is looking at him in fear, realizing she did the wrong thing by hustling the hustler. He pulls his arm back and I see that everyone is too scared to stop him from, essentially killing, this girl infront of all of us. So I decide to grab his arm.

As soon as I do, all heads turn in my direction. But I'm only focused on his other hand, already timing my dodge and the next few moves. After a few seconds, the second hand, as anticipated, turns to a fist and comes at me.

I go to avoid it but it catches my chin and I practically fly backwards. He comes after me again except I, having been knocked to the floor, am able to sweep his legs out from under him and he goes down. I get up and get ready for the real fight to start.

He stands up, making a noise similar to a metal breakdown buildup. He throws a right and I move my head just in time to avoid it. However, by avoiding it, I move my head right towards his left fist, which I didn't see in motion immediately after the right.

I stumble back a little, but I get little time to recover, because he is charging me so he can take me to the ground and finish me off, and I don't think anyone has ever seen who he's finished off again afterwards. I sidestep, leaving my leg out, causing him to trip and land face-first on the bar.

When he hits the ground, he isn't moving. Even though I won the fight, I wish I hadn't tripped him like that, he really fucked my leg up.

I look around and see that everyone is staring at me, dumbfounded. They've never seen me fight someone without them bothering me first. However, when I look for the girl, I see that she's gone.

"Alright Gerard, that's enough" Brutus says from behind me. He then tells me, a little lower, "If you get out now, I will deny you did this." I nod, accepting the fact that I might not be welcome ever again here. I almost say "Et tu Brute", but I decide he wouldn't appreciate my comparing myself to a dictator and him to a back-stabber.

I limp back to the my chair, grab my jacket, and slam a 20 down onto the bar. I step outside and start slowly moving towards home. However, I don't get too far before I feel arms wrap tightly around me from behind.

I look back and see that it's the girl from the bar giving me a hug.

"Thank you so much for that, he looked like he was going to kill me." She smiles up at me.

"Well, if you got hit full on with one of those punches he hit me with, he just might've." I say, half joking, half serious.

She smiles and says "Yeah, he got you pretty good." My hand immediately goes to my now swollen cheek "I gotta get back home, you going that way?" she points in the direction I was walking. I nod so we both start in that direction. "So, what's your name?" She asks after walking for a few minutes.

"Gerard, what's your name?" I ask.

She smiles, "I like that name, mine's Helena" I smile back and then it's quiet for a little bit. "So, why did you help me? You didn't have to you know."

I stop walking and she stops and turns towards me. "Y'know, I'm not sure. I just felt like I had to."

"Well thank you, so much." She stands on her tip-toes and kisses my cheek. When I say that I turned red. I was almost the shade of an embarrassed tomato.

She starts to laugh, seeing the face under the street light we stopped under. "I like you Gerard, you're a good guy." When she says this, it hurts me deep inside. This is because I know I'm not.

I'm a drunk, I am high on a new drug every other hour, and I barely avoided jail because my friend Bob is a lawyer. I'm the definition of a bad person.

Apparently the hurt appears on my face more than I thought, because she hugs me again. "I'm sorry if it's something I said."

"It's alright, it's just that you couldn't have be more wrong when you said that I'm a good guy."

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Cliffhanger!

Woo! First of 10+ Done. I have most of this book planned out to my liking, but that doesn't mean it'll go fast. Hope you people like it.