Choices We Cant Make

eleven: greg

On my way, I call Blue.

The first 3 times he cuts the call, and in the forth he picks up.

"Violet."

"Blue! Ah! Is everything alright? dont worry I'm-"

"No. Nothing is alright. Nobody loves me. My dad doesn't and you fucking do not."

He growls on the phone. Love. Why did he say *LOVE*

"Blue..its not like that. calm do-"

"No. You can go to Sam, who doesn't give a fuck about you. You dont love him but you want him. Just leave."

"What about our kiss?" I do not know why I am defending myself because he is right.

"Fuck" He cuts the call and I drive off to the bar.

-.-

I make way inside the bar. A large neon sign "Benno's Bar" stands outside the dark black brick walled entrance. 2 big men are smoking at the door, with their backs on the closed gate. I give myself a pep talk and march towards the door.

The 2 men look at me and chuckle. Their chuckle is no where close to Blue's innocent laughter.

They smirk and look at each other and then at me. I smile. I smile of confidence.

If there is one thing I know, that is, to slaughter every demon coming in my Way with my undefeated ray of confidence.

I look at them and smile.

They both grow a bit confused

"Will you let me in or should I kick your asses out?"I growl.

They both start laughing - louder and louder, as if they are losing their breathes.

"Doll. You look underage and we could easily take you home and fu-"

Right before they can finish their empty threats, the door swings open and a man's fists meets one of the jerks face. Both of them immediately retreat, and the man in front of me , drunk as ever, asks me if Im okay.

I nod.

He looks familiar.

"Hi there, Im Greg" Blue's. Father. The Gregory Becker. The man I ideal. The man I am writing about. It is sad to meet him like this- I had always imagined him to be a sophisticated gentleman because thats how we are portraying him. Right after his short yet shattering introduction, Suzy comes running and tells me that Blue is inside.

I dont waste a single second and walk inside. Surely, Blue is sitting on a stool and his head is swinging low. His eyes look bloodshot and his nose is bleeding. As I make my way towards him, I see 2 girls on either sides of him. 2 girls with tiny black dresses and petite bodies wrapping themselves around Blue.

He looks at me and smiles, and as he realizes his surroundings his smile fades.

Blue looks angry.

My heartbeat spikes and I make way towards him. Rage infiltrates my mind. I now stand in front of where Blue's integrity seems questionable.

Blue keeps his head on my stomach, as I stand right in front of him. He wraps his arms around my waist and butterflies dance inside me.

Blue whispers "Violet....you shouldn't be here"

I nod. I should not.

"Blue. Let me take you home" I am angry. But I can not let Blue know that I feel betrayed. Betrayed for what?

"No. Let us go to my home."

"Blue...I-"

"What? I am sorry" He confesses. He apologizes and looks around at the 2 girls falling on him.