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Wasted • Jack

Jack's POV

"JACK STOP!"

"PLEASE JACK!"

"PLEASE!"

"STOP!"

"please..."

"...Jack"

The room fell silent.
..
..
Gasping, I sit up in bed, the cold wind from the open balcony doors whipping against my arms. Trying to steady my breathing I collapse my head in my hands, nothing can take the daunting memories away from my mind.
I was drunk.
Incredibly drunk.

That night will forever haunt me; the sound of her screams as I repeatedly beat her with the bat, my blurred vision as I stumbled away from her lifeless body...the list goes on.

But she's not dead.

As I was completely wasted, I passed out afterwards. Leaving me to wake up the next morning sprawled across the kitchen floor along with my unconscious girlfriend.

I remember taking the first glance at her face, her lips bruised, her cheeks battered, black eyes, bloody nose. It was a crime scene.

The waterfall of painful tears that left my eyes must have been record breaking. Only in the past couple of weeks have I been able to finally get on with life.
It happened five months ago.

She was my everything.

But I had to go and fuck it up.

She was always mad at me going out to drink every night. I should have listened. But I didn't.

That night she got angry at me, but, I don't blame her.
I was being a prick.

So grabbed her old baseball bat from behind the stairs, the one she treasured and wanted to show our kids one day.

I don't remember much after that, just her screams and the way my arms flung the bat at her perfect face.
Why Jack?

I took her to the hospital when I woke up, crying and sobbing like a mad man.

They took her away from me, and that was the last time I saw her.

The only thing I have left is her perfume, which I spray around the room sometimes just to remind myself of her gorgeous smell.

I miss her.

The way she giggled, her adorable dimples, the long flowing locks of blonde hair which hung behind her, her smile, her kisses. Everything.

..

After sulking for another hour this morning, I decided to pull myself together and finally get out of bed.

Making my way to Starbucks, the noisy cars and busy roads muffled in the background of the music blaring through my headphones.

But you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Ooooo
Why not?
A fucking good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi
If you loved the girl then I'm so so sorry
I got to give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh like we in a hurry
No, no won't tell nobody
You're on your level too
Tryna do what loved ones do

I find myself standing at the back of the two mile long line, pulling the headphones out my ears.
I've never heard a song that has related to me as much as that one does.

Suddenly I'm jolted forward into the lady in front, a cold sensation running down my arm and side of my body.

"Oh I'm so so sorry!"

I spin round to see the person grabbing her (now half empty) cup off the floor whilst I stand frozen, covered in strawberry milkshake.

"No really it's fine, here let me help you"

I floundered, quickly kneeling down to help her up from the floor.
She shot a look up at me, sending my body into complete shock.

A gasp escaped her mouth as I stood staring at her every feature.
It was her.

In the blink of an eye she had ran out the cafe. Leaving all eyes on me, covered in baby pink milkshake.

Quickly glancing back at the floor I notice her phone, laying lifelessly in a few drops of strawberry fondue.

Taking a deep breath I swipe it up from the wooden slabs, bolting towards the door to try and find Y/n.

The cold air flustered my face as I scan the area for any sight of her, dodging the few pedestrians walking along the pavement beside me.
Suddenly do I see a small figure running down the large flight of stone stairs leading to the park.

I follow the shadowy figure, her auburn dungaree dress hanging down her sides whilst the cloudy sunlight illuminated her uncovered shoulders.
An angel is all I saw.

"Y/n!"

"Wait!"

I continue to run after her until I'm hyperventilating in front of the public, clutching my chest due to stupid asthma.

Not giving up, I walk down to the park, the quiet sobs of a familiar someone filling my ears.

I come to a stop as I find her sat on the ground beside a tall oak tree, the shade protecting her body.

"You can do it Jack"

With my head held high I walk towards her, silently perching down beside her shivering body.
She didn't speak a word, instead looking up at me with glossy tear filled eyes.

"Jack please leave" She sobbed.

I shook my head, "I've got your phone for you".

Handing her the phone a small smile appeared on her face, quickly disappearing once she had safely put it back into her pocket.

"How have you been?"

What Jack?! What a terrible conversation starter towards the girl you hit with a baseball bat!! Idiot!

She wiped underneath her eyes, "traumatised I guess".

My heart ached, what had I done to my baby?

"I'm so so sorry, I never listened to you and I'm such a fucking twat. Please don't hate me Y/n"

Longingly do I look down into her gorgeous blue eyes, watching as they rapidly fill with more tears.

"I'm sorry Jack but no amount of apology will cure the pain you've caused me. Physiologically. This will never work again Jack. You ruined what we had but still I love you so much. It'll take a while to heal the wounds you've given me - mentally. Goodbye Jacky"

She got up, running off into the blazing sunlight.

What had I done?