Breaking point

Round-about

A/N
Okay, yeah. It was not a faster update this time.... Probably took even longer. Sorry guys, but here it is. Finally.

☠ Cole's POV ☠
It felt incredibly good to feel the wind rushing through my hair as I sped down the deserted road feeling completely free and on top of the world. For me there was nothing quite like riding my motorcycle as fast as I pleased toward no where in particular.

Everything seemed clearer now that I wasn't in that joke of a rehab facility. Open road, no one around, just driving. That was the best time to think.

I had a plan and this time I was going to follow through no matter how insane part of me demanded that I was being.

Despite how amazing I felt at the moment I knew it wouldn't last once I got back home and had to face... Well, face life.

I knew that even though I continued to insist I just loved to drink for fun, it was undeniably becoming a full fledged addiction. It needed to be stopped. Not matter how extreme my methods of remedy were.

I drove for hours on end, just clearing my head and breathing in the fresh air. Involuntarily I found the roads looking more and more familiar as I realized I was subconsciously driving home. Out of all the places to end up, I didn't want it to be there.

Turning off onto a new street, I headed back toward the more glowing part of the city. The night life and shops that stayed open late.

I needed four things; a duffel bag, batteries, a battery powered boom-box to play music obnoxiously loud with and a variety of colorful spray paints.

If it worked for Andre maybe it would work for me. But it still felt weird heading out to break my number one rule on any form of illegal activity. Never get caught.

Knowing Molly would definitely disapprove and urge me to try anything else, I convinced myself that any trouble I got myself into would be worth it to protect her from my addiction. I had to justify it somehow. Protection; that was my justification for going the more crime related route to recovery.

The alley I picked at random was empty. It was situated behind an apartment complex filled with windows darkened by their sleeping hosts.

Only a streetlight and the sun set illuminated the alley. I put the batteries into the boom-box and connected my phone, blaring Green Day, ACDC and all other loud artists whose music I owned.

Getting in a rather pumped up, energized and mischievous mood from the music, I shook the can of black spray paint and started drawing the outline of my master piece.

I grinned deviously as I noticed a few lights switch on within the apartment building. I cranked up the music even louder.

First I spray painted a bad-ass skull and cross bones, it was pretty bomb in my opinion.

Next I decided to just paint the city. It was right there in plain, dazzling view for me to copy onto the wall. I didn't consider myself an artist or anything but I thought it turned out pretty nice. Lights dotting the skyscrapers, sun setting behind it... I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed spray paint. Technically vandalism but I preferred to call it my own unconventional art class.

More and more lights started to glow from within apartments and I ceremoniously turned the volume up one notch every time a new window lit up.