BLOODY LIFE OF MINE

Chapter 27

I clenched my fist in anger. The glass of whiskey broke into pieces. The broken glass shattered on the counter and onto the floor. People were now staring in my direction and assessing a college student, drinking in this place; the air's humidity was filled with smokes of cigarettes and the strong smell of alcohol, mixing to create a redolent atmosphere.

" Another unsatisfied night, huh? Jiro," a hoarse voice of a man said. He's in front of me, standing on the other side of the counter, cleaning a transparent and fragile wine glass using a soft-white cloth.

" Yeah, as always," I sarcastically said. I grabbed the bottle of dalmore. He handed me another shot glass. I filled it up and immediately drank the liquor inside it as if it were water. The strong taste of that drink didn't bother my throat anymore, maybe because I got used to it every day.

How many shots I've got? Nah, don't even remember. I felt drunk but . . . still not enough.

Since the day, I hurt Dnyiean. The memories with her still haunt me. They were like clowns chasing me with a grin on their face while holding a sharp knife, ready to stab me. I would like to be killed though but not like that. I can easily accept that I will take suicide, rather than by her, gradually killing me- not physically but mentally and emotionally.

My eyes started to feel warm by the tears building on each of its sides. I've caused her pain more than I was experiencing right now.

She lost her dreams because of me and my goddamn family.

She lost everything.

My tears started flowing down my cheeks. She's the only girl-the only reason why these tears won't stop flowing since that day.

I love her and she knew that since the day she accepted me as her boyfriend. My lips arched to a looped smile. That was the luckiest and happiest day of my life. I felt my heart would burst in bliss but now I think it would burst because of pain.

I'm a coward, a bastard, an asshole, and a fucking heart-breaker.

All the efforts I made, vanished into thin air. All the memories with us, together. Feels like they will only stay as a memory; no more memories to come, no more laughter. I won't see her beautiful smile that's like a high-value art.

She's my everything but now . . . she's not in my side anymore.

I don't know if she already moved on.

I didn't see her. Even in the hotel and bar where she's been working.

I laughed . . . yeah yeah! Because she's with that fucking meddler lieutenant. Even that title didn't suit him.

He's pestering my life.

The banging of the point of a scarpin on the marmoleum floor caught my attention. I didn't even give a glance at the woman wearing those.

" Jiro," her cold voice lingers into my voice. I don't know why but. . . even though we're in a 'relationship' for a fucking I don't know how long months? years? Shit! She's a leech sucking all my blood. A heat that doesn't give me the warmth that I want, she only gave me pleasure in bed.

She gently holds my right shoulder. " Jiro, let's go. You're drunk," she said in a calm voice.

I did not look. " Leave." The only word my drunk mouth uttered. Even though I didn't gaze, she seems pissed off on that word.

" Let's go." Her voice became serious.

I took the bottle, poured another shot, and drank it. I don't want her here.

" I said leave, Brianne. Why would you not get it?" I looked at her in annoyance. Her face is serious and a bit of anger on it.

She looked at the bottle beside the shot glass I was holding and again averted her gaze on me. "Jiro, you're drunk," she just repeated what she said.