Six Degrees of Seperation (Book Two in the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 16

It's been a few weeks now. I haven't heard from Glen at all. I only know where he is because Mark and him are still working on The Script. He's staying with the other member of the band, Danny. He's trying to get on with things, but Mark says he's distracted. But he's trying. I'm glad. I don't want Glen to hurt any more than I've already done so.

Mark now lives with me. Him and Rina still haven't made up and he doesn't have anywhere else to go. And this is officially his flat after all. So it only makes sense that he stays here. He sleeps on the sofa, much to my protest. I really would rather he sleep in his bed, seeing as he owns the place. But no. Stubborn Irish man...

In general, we're just kind of lost. The person that we've spent a large chunk of our lives with has gone, and we don't really know how to cope with it. I don't even know how I feel about Glen any more. Every time I try to go over it in my head, I push the thoughts away to stop the hurt. And it does hurt. So much. I hate the fact that I've done this to him. I hate the fact that we've gone through so much in the past and can't cope with this. And most of all...I hate the fact that I'm unsure on whether I love him or not.

Mark is pretty much the same. He hasn't gotten over the accusation from Rina. But every time I try to talk to him about it, he pretty much shuts down. He really doesn't want to go there. I'm a little worried about him. When we're alone, he's not the same guy that I met. He's an empty shell. It's upsetting to see.

Every night has been like this since it all happened.

“Fuck this.”

I look over at Mark. He's sat up on the bean bag with a look of determination on his face. The comment comes as a bit of a shock to me, so I don't say anything back.

“We've been doing this since they left. Sitting here every evening, wallowing in self-pity. They're probably off every night having fun, not even thinking about us. Well you know what? Fuck this. We are going to go out tonight. We're going to go out and get drunk. And we are going to forget about those two, even if it's just for one night! What d'you say?”

I don't really know what to say. The whole idea of going out and having fun seems a little bit impossible...

“Come on, Emie! Would you rather sit here and over-think everything? Or would you prefer to go out, get smashed and hopefully laugh until your sides split?”

I have to admit. It's growing on me...

“Where will we go?”

“Who fucking cares? Go to the nearest pub to start with and see where the night takes us!”

“But what if...”

“What if what? What if we see them? Fuck that! If we see them, then we can go the opposite direction. They can't ruin this for us. We deserve some fun.”

“I don't...”

“Yes, Emie, you do. You've been through so much these past few months. You haven't gone out and been yourself in so long. So come on! Let's go get fucked!”

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We're sat in the pub, right in the corner. This feels so weird. I haven't gone out for such a long time. It doesn't feel quite right somehow.

Mark hands me a shot.

“What is it?”

“Does it really matter?”

“No. Guess not.” I down it and slam the glass on the table. He grins and follows suit.

“See? This was a great idea!”