Illusion of my dreams

Im hungry

•Bills POV•

I took another sip from my cocktail whilst staring at the crowded dancefloor. In all of the sudden Georg, Gustav and Tom walked up to me, their eyes filled with concern.

I was about to leave the bar to avoid their stupid comments but Tom quickly jogged over to me and pushed me back onto my barstool.

" what?"

I snarled at him as I got forced back to my seat.

" we need to talk."

He hissed.

Georg and Gustav accompanied Tom by standing behind him whilst glaring into my dazed eyes.

" what the fuck? Over what are we supposed to talk?"

I asked, confusion fogging my brain.

" your behavior around alcohol."

" what?"

" you should stop drinking, Bill."

Gustav added, his voice full of worry.

" who the fuck do y'all think you are? I was fighting for my life earlier today and no one helped me."

I hissed, anger already building up inside of me as I looked at Georg and Gustav, the two who had backstabbed me during that fight.

Gustav at least tried a bit but Georg?

No, he just watched how I got nearly beaten to death. I could've actually died.

" we helped you, what are you saying?"

Georg asked as he raised his brows.

" oh you know damn well that you didn't do anything to help me during that fight. There were two fucking men on top of me, punching the shit out of me."

I snarled, my eyes bulking.

" I helped you."

Tom sighed.

" yeah you maybe did but Georg?"

I scoffed.

" you just stood there."

" I didn't know how to come between you guys."

" stop lying you bastard, you wanted me to die and I know it."

I snarled before taking another quick swig from my glass.

" no that's not true."

Georg tried convincing me.

" stop lying."

" I'm not."

" you fucking are!"

I yelled now.

I stood up from my chair and angrily pushed Georg onto the floor, my gun already pointed at him.

" you wanted to see my body, completely lifeless. Just so you could take over my position as gang leader huh? Fucking idiot. I should've never trusted you."

I scowled at him.

His eyes were filled with terror as i towered over him.

" Bill, you're drunk, put the gun away."

Tom tried stopping me but I elbowed him in the chest and he staggered back a bit, stumbling into Gustav.

" you're not going to shoot."

Georg chuckled as he continued laying on the tiles.

" oh you bet?"

I tilted my head, playing with the trigger a bit.