Run Away J.M.

25

Four days later

Jason's pov

I take another hit out of the vodka bottle, staring back up at the televison show. I drink the rest of it, throwing it on the floor with the other bottles.

I get up, walking to the kitchen and grab another bottle. My eyes involuntary move over to the full glass window, and my feet walk to it. My hand touches the glass, as I look over the city.

I cant live like this anymore. Drinking every minute, not eating anything, being miserable with myself. The real problem is there is only one soultion to this equation, Rose.

She lights up my life with just a single smile. The twinkle in her eyes brightens the room everytime. Her soft lips on mine, as I fall in love with her even more, if that is even possible anymore.

But she hates me, she completly hates me. I'm such a fuck up, I always do this. She can't even be happy with me for one day, and it's me.

I walk back to the bottle, chugging the whole thing. I walk to the empty room Rose is in, putting my ear to it.

Hearing nothing, I walk back to the kitchen, grabbing the car keys. I march to the elevator and click the main floor.

I walk out the front door of the building, and to my car, slamming the door behind me.

I drive off to a club a couple of street down from the apartment, and find a parking spot.

I march into the buliding, and straight to the bar. I sit down at an empty stool, and call a bartender over.

"10 shots of the strongest shit you have" I spat at the guy's face, as his eye widen.

"Sir, I don't think that's a good idea-" he starts, and I slam my fist on the wood, shaking the glasses on it.

"Just fucking do it!" I spat, again rolling my eyes at this guy, as he walking infront of me.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you that ma-" he starts and and I stand up towering over him.

"Listen here," I growl as my jaw clenchs, "I could buy this whole bar, sell it back, buy back this place, with the whole city on top of it. So you better give me the damn drinks, before I smash you and your other empolyess faces down to their asses" I say, sitting back down in my seat.

I watch as he makes the drinks no questions asked, and places a tray infront of me. I take one down, sighing, and looking into the crowd.

"Hey, big boy" A raspy voice says next to my ear, and I take my face away from the voice.

I look and see a middle aged slut, with a thong, and a tube top, smirking at me. I roll my eyes, chuging down another drink.

"I'm not fucking interseted" I spat picking up another drink in my hand, going to drink it.

"Come on, lets go have a good time" She whispers, grabbing my arm, and I pull away from her once again.

"Fuck off already" I growl, taking another one down, and slaming the glass down on the table.

"Your tattooed arms would look so sexy around my waist" she whispers once again, making me cringe, placing her ass on my crotch.

I push her off of me and on to the floor with a thud. Everyone turns around looking back at me, as I take another drink.

I watch as security comes my way, and I stand up myself, walking to the door, and out of it.

Rose's pov