Ashter P.O.V
I watched Sylvie walk away from me dumbfounded. This girl could just not get it into that tiny head of hers that I wanted her to leave me alone. Yeah she's funny well actually weird but shes also invading matters she doesnt need to be apart of. I blink a couple of times needing to regain my dignity. I look around at the people throwing their bodies to the trashy music around me, the neon lights flashing across the dance floor. I drag my hands down my face all of a sudden not really in the mood. I definitely needed a drink. Deciding that a nice shot of tequila will do the trick, I push through the thick crowd of people making my way over to the bar.
"Andy hit me up with a shot." I say while plopping down on one of the bar stools.
"What's up with you, you all of a sudden look like sh**, I thought you got what you needed?" I hear Andy ask me. I roll my eyes at his question not really wanting to talk about it. I let out a sigh taking the small glass into my hands before shooting my head back the glass following the action. I feel the liquid burn my throat and I gladly accept it. Sylvie could do that to a guy.
"Hey man I give you free alcohol you tell me your problems. Your like my patient and I'm your shrink. Talk to me man." Andy says to me his rag thrown over his black t-shirt, a serious look on my face. Andy Wilson. A middle aged man trying to pursue a career in the counseling field, while still owning a bar. He somehow has decided that I'm like his little test subject because their is always some f***ed up sh** going on in my life. I'm not gonna lie some of the guys advice has really helped me. He only knows about my behind the scenes business though because he practically saved me one night after things were not going in my favor. Ever since then I consider the guy like an uncle or a really close brother. He's really helped me through everything, and I would hurt anyone who would try to hurt him, he's kind of in a way the only family I have left. I let out a small groan my hands once again making there way down my face. I felt exhausted, but this is the life I chose which means I don't get to choose the hours.
"Andy my man I don't even know where to start." I say honestly looking him in the eye.
"You know what I got ten minutes until I'm on break let me just finish up here, you go snag one of them more comfortable seats. I'll make sure to bring the bottle of vodka, looks like you need it." I nod my head at Andy liking his idea. I get up off the stool making my way over to one of the brown leather booths. I sink down into the booth, leaning my head up against the back resting my eyes. I would gladly fall asleep right here if I could. I feel someone shake my shoulder a few minutes later, and my eyes shoot open ready to punch the dick that just touched me.
"Slow down there buddy, just your good friend Andy." I hear Andy say while his hands are in the air, the bottle of vodka occupying one of his hands. I chuckle at him while he moves to sit across from me, moving the bottle in my direction. I take it from his hands nodding in his direction as of way of saying thanks. I pop off the cap, drinking straight from the bottle. After a long swig, I sit the bottle back down, the liquor only affecting me a little. I feel my face turn into a grimace, my mouth turning into a straight line as I think of a way to start this conversation.
"Looks like you're having a difficult time with this, so how about we talk about the girl that was running around my bar like a lost puppy. I thought she was lost for a second before I saw her talking to you." I move around in my seat really not wanting to talk about her right now. Andy stares at me expectantly and I finally give in my shoulders sagging and my head looking down.
" Sylvie Knowles is my anger management partner." I mumble under my breath knowing that Andy won't be able to hear me.
"What was that? You know that stupid DJ blasts his music as loud as he can, you're gonna have to speak up." Andy cups his hand around his ear his head moving closer towards me. I shake my head at him a small smile coming onto my face as I push his head away.
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Anger Management
Teen FictionSuddenly my back is pushed against his bathroom door, the air getting knocked out of me. " I told you to stop trying to fix me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me." He growls at me his green eyes practically piercing themselves into my s...
