An eye for vengeance

1 - Odd Date

(Wills POV)

January 18 (114 days since his death)

"So, what do you do for a living Mr Gold?"

You may be wondering a few things right now. But I'll start with the name 'Gold'. Exactly 114 days, 6 hours and 7 minutes ago, my life was torn away from me. In attempt for revenge, I've changed my name, to remain anonymous. Kind of.

"William?"

"Oh, yeah sorry. I uh, write stuff."

"Like books?" The ginger lady in front of me sounded like a Melody. She was beautiful, her facial harmony unflawed and her body was a beautiful shape.

"I guess, yeah. And music."

"I don't doubt your good at it, you certainly look the part." She did that awful smirk at me and as much as I should've liked it, it made me want to slit my own throat. I couldn't even remember this woman's name, she'd been sat there at this posh restaurant with the posture of a saint, but the attitude of a teenage girl, yapping about herself and judging other people for about 124 minutes.

"I appreciate the compliment, really, but I must get going now."

"I don't suppose you'd want to come home with me for the night?" She flirted, once again, doing that god awful smirk.

I chuckled and stood up.

"Have a good evening."

I left a few bank notes in the centre of the table and took the rest of the posh bottle of wine before heading out the building.

Street light once again familiarly illuminated the streets, dimly. I took a swig of the wine.

He'd hated wine, but he'd drink it anyway if I wanted to.

I'm unsure if the water on my cheeks was from the heavy rain, or my eyes, but it didn't matter, because I couldn't feel a thing either way.

I took my phone out my pocket and dialled a number, someone who I knew would pick up.

But Tommy didn't. Phil did, but on tommys phone.

"Wil?"
"Hello? Wilbur? Did you call by accident?"

The woman's name was Alexandra. I remember it now.

"My names alexandra. You can call me alex though."

I laughed to myself.

"Dad, can I come over?"
He says I slurred, but I don't recall it.

I got to Phil's, and Tommy was there to.

I don't remember finishing the wine, it's just one of those things.

Phil sat me down and took the bottle from my grasp. "What are you doing here Wilbur? Did you relapse?"

Relapse. Relapse relapse relapse relapse. Did I Relapse? I don't know. Did 2 lines of coke and a bottle and a half of wine count as a relapse?

"I don't know."

"How was your date king? What was her name? What was she like?" Tommy hadn't clocked my state, nor the empty bottle in Phil's hand, or the pack of cigarettes that probably came from my pocket. Because Phil didn't smoke.

I smiled at tommy.

"I fucking hated her!" I laughed and he raised an eyebrow, "her name, her name was Alexandra. Of course it was, but she wanted to be called Alex. I hate that name Tommy, did you know that?"

Tom shook his head. "No you don't, Wilbur."

"I do, I really do."

I fiddled with the gold ring on my ring finger, it had 'AQ' engraved on it.