STOLEN

Chapter 20

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Jason's POV:

I sat the dining table once again. Another night I spent drinking beers and whisky, drowning my thoughts about Chelsea. This girl had slipped her way into my mind without even knowing it, and I hoped she didn't think about me, as much as I thought about her.

The strong liquor left me with a bitter-sweet feeling as I downed another glass, letting the fluid burn my insides as it slowly flowed down my throat. I could still taste it in my mouth, the strong aftertaste that I had become numb to over the course of the past years, not to mention the course of the past month or so.

I tabbed my fingers on the wood of the dining table, trying to clear my head but it wasn't working. These stupid wild-running thoughts about Chelsea kept running through my mind, and Andrew hasn't exactly helped last night with his spontaneous "therapy/advice session".

Andrew was one of my best friends, but sometimes men are better off left alone. And right now, I was better off left alone to collect my thoughts and myself so I could get my head back in the game. There was no way my business could be disturbed by something as ridiculous as a girl.

But she was there. She remained in the back of my head, all the way through emptying the whiskey bottle. Even now, sitting at my dining table in an attempt to drown my thoughts about her, she remained right there, right behind my conscious mind, ready to break out any moment.

I looked behind me over the dark room. My stomach churned a bit at the thought of her being next to me.

No. Stop.

I can't...

You have to!

I wanted to. I wanted to stop thinking about her. I wanted to never have started thinking about her in the first place, but her green, hopeful eyes had left an impression on me, and it seemed now as though whenever I looked into my own empty eyes, I wished to find what I saw in hers.

Her delicate features and rosy lips and long, deep auburn brown hair were as carved in stone inside my head, for me to admire when at the most untimely moments of my life. The moments where I didn't want to miss her, were the moments where she reappeared before my eyes.

I let another gulp of the bitter beer flush down my throat as I emptied the remainder of the bottle into my mouth. This had to have been my third or fourth bottle, and beside me was my empty glass whiskey and the half empty bottle next to it. I couldn't recall ho much whisky I had been drinking that night, and I didn't care either.

Forgetting that my beer was now empty, I tilted it back once more and got disappointed when only a bitter drop landed in my mouth. I scoffed at the bottle and slammed it down against the table, only to fill the whiskey glass halfway, refusing not to have anything to drink.

With the glass in my hand, I walked towards the window that allowed me to look over the driveway of my house, the same driveway that I two days earlier had watched her disappear from. I clenched my jaw as I pictured her there, looking at me over her shoulder with that look in her eyes that pierced through me like an arrow.

Disappointment.

Hurt.

Frustration.