Beauty is A Beast (boyXboy)

Chapter 24

I drove. The air whipping against my helmet, I sped up to about 80 mph, glad it was late at night and there would be little to no cars out at this time. The sky was a dark blue almost black and the stars seemed to shine even brighter than normal, while driving I saw a small pub and parked my motorcycle in the lot. Walking in the door, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes seem to hit me in the face.

The bar was made of wood and was a little on the shabby side. There was a bar against the wall and poker and pool tables around the room. It was mostly empty which was surprising, seeing as it was 11pm on a Friday night, the room had about 5 guys aside from the bartender. They seemed to be bikers based on their attire and they were sitting around a table playing poker and drinking beer.

I approached the bar, sitting on the bar stool to see the bartender already looking at me expectantly. His hair was a chestnut brown with streaks of gray and he had brown eyes. He was wearing a buttoned plaid shirt and normal blue jeans.

"Vodka on the rocks," I told him while running my hand over my face. He nodded getting a medium sized glass and filling it halfway. He set in front of me and I didn't hesitate to gulp it down.

"Don't drink too fast, you might get sick," he told me, his southern accent prominent.

"Live fast, die young." I said sarcastically, "Another one."

"So what seems to be the matter, lil youngin?" he asked while handed me another half-filled, I drank half before sipping the rest.

"Nothing that you need to worry about, old man."

He smiled at me, before it faltered a little," Your right, it's not my problem but I've noticed over the years that when youngin's like you come here, they tell me they want to commit suicides."

"And what do you tell them?" I asked, the thought crossing my mind now that the alcohol in my system beginning to kick in.

"Then do it," he told me, his voice cold and dark.

I hum in response, reaching into my pocket to hand him money for my drink but he shakes his head. He picks up a half empty glass of the Vodka I was drinking and hands it to me. I look at him in question. He shakes his head before saying," I can see already that this is your last night."

I smiled at him, a little drunk before walking out of the bar and getting on my bike. I started it up and drove towards an old bridge that had been partly demolished. Crystal Bridge. As I approached the bridge I slowed down before I actually got on it. Parking my motorcycle, I grab the bottle of Vodka before walking on the bridge and sitting on the edge of the bridge, my legs dangling above the water that is above feet below me. The water was deep and it showed a reflection of the moon.

The sound of the water flowing was peaceful and it brought back a memory.

It was late in April, the wind was picking up and it was quiet. It was the day after Jordan showed his try colors. I was rubbing the bruise he left on my arm, and on my right leg. I felt a body sit next to me. Jordan's scent was blown into my face by the wind and I tensed. He slipped his arm around my shoulder bringing me close before he kissed my head. I relaxed into his touch. Back then I was hopelessly in love with him and in a place where I felt alone, he gave me company even if it was the bad kind.

"I'm sorry Nate," he breathed against my hair," It's probably time that I explain what's going on, huh?"

I only nodded against him, not in the mood to talk, he inhaled a nervous breath," I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, and sometimes I can't control my actions."