The Chosen.

Entire bar

Zeke demands that we leave tomorrow, which i'm honestly kind of relieved for. The hotel brings familiarity of Bill's death, reminiscent of his blood smeared across the floor and my skin. Around every corner i feel this thing that killed him watching me. At first it didn't scare me because i was so willing to die for the hope i may be reunited with my soulmate. Now i hardly notice the feeling, the pressure of its eyes boring into my back but if i pay really close attention, it's always there. That however is not the case for Mia. In the night she awakes screaming, her hands clawing at her own throat in fear something has a hold on her. I fear that she will be next but i don't know that there's much i could do to stop it.

Our last night embraced in the comfortability of a place to call home, we decide to end it how we started. We all lay on lounge chairs watching the flames of the fire lick the sides of the brick fireplace. Whispers between Zeke and Mia have become more frequent and i can't help but to feel content for them, that they may find what i did with Bill.

"Tom?" Mia asks him, both of our attentions being gathered at the mention of his name. It makes me feel slightly embarrassed how closely i watch anything involving him.

"Huh?" 

"I said, we will be right back, do you need anything from inside?" She asks standing next to Zeke. From where i am sitting i can see his hand placed firmly on her lower back.

"Nah, I'm good." He takes a sip of his water before setting it on the ground next to him. God damn it, Tom. I was so fucking proud of him, all his fucking work these past days and he throws it all away in an instant. If he wants to disregard everything I and the others have said, then maybe so should I.

I scoff audibly under my breath rolling my eyes at his selfish actions. We were supposed to be moving on together, recovering along side one another.

"What?" he asks, angrily.

"You. I can't believe you." i spit at him, i feel nothing but rage in my heart. I feel betrayed even though this is not my battle to fight for him.

"What did i do now? Something not good enough for June?" He shakes his head at me. God he can be so condescending. 

"Oh that's what we're going to do?" i say as i throw myself out of my chair with an attitude, diving for his bottle on the floor.

"What's this!?" i ask by tauntingly shanking the water bottle in front of his face. His eyes widen in shock, he thought i suspected nothing of the clear liquid in his water bottle. I can't believe he would think me to be so stupid.

"Water?" he questions me, trying to call my bluff. Does he really think gas lighting me is going to work?

"Oh?" my eyes widen as my other hand reaches slowly for the cap that secures the bottle shut. He lunges forward trying to pull the bottle from my hands but i rip it away too quickly.

"JUNE STOP." he yells at me, admitting what i knew all along.

"Vodka or tequila?" i yell at him as we struggle over the crinkling plastic bottle.

Our hands grip one another's trying to pry them off of the noisy plastic. Even though he is so much stronger than me, i have an upper advantage as my hands were wrapped around the bottle first. His body slips behind mine as his fingers start to break the tension i have against the container. In response to feeling my grasp slipping i throw my waist back into him, causing him to grunt out in pain.

"What the fuck!?" he yells at me, gritting his teeth in my ear.

I suddenly feel my legs being smoothly removed from below me as Tom and I go stumbling over the lounge chair he previously sat in. Both of our bodies land roughly on the side of the pavement, sending us grunting out in pain. I sense his fingers becoming lax on the bottle so before he can react i rip it from his grasp. Ripping the cap off, i bring the bottle swiftly to my lips chugging the liquor before Tom grabs the rest away from me. Throwing his arms up in irritation, he pours the last remaining drops from the bottle on to the ground.

"Ugh, vodka." i wipe my lips with the back of my hoodie sleeve, answering my own question from before.

"Why did you do that?" I know he's annoyed at me right now, but frankly i don't give a damn. I did what i did for his sake, not for mine. I fucking hate vodka.

"So you couldn't drink it." But to my surprise he shakes his head and begins laughing at me.

"June, there's an entire bar in there."

"Shit." i throw myself on the lounger in defeat as i start to feel the alcohol make my legs a little wobbly.