Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

Poison The Pain

Jenna's P.O.V. ;

If you ask me what happened between that night Malcolm and I did the do, and now, I would tell you I honestly have no idea. The only thing I know is I'm in a beautiful dress, missing an earring, makeup smudged behind belief, and I smell like a mini bar. I wasn't a drinker, but damn. I've never felt pounding like this in my head. I must have a hangover. Oh geez.

I need to get cleaned up. Where do I go? Malcolm was just using me as his play thing. I broke Tony's heart, even though he actually loved me. What the fuck, Jenna? Way to go.

Woah. Is that an earthquake? What the hell? Wait wait. No. It's my phone buzzing in my pocket. Ugh. What? Andrew.

Oh, Andrew. My best friend. I loved him so much. I needed him right now, more than ever.

Andrew: where r u?

I stared at the phone in my hand. Good question. I have no idea.

I looked at my surroundings.

Dark brown walls, tile flooring, and a fowl stench that pulled at my nose.

Oh my god. Am I on the floor of a bar?!

I stood up, and evaluated my surroundings. Shit. I am.

Looking out the big brown door, I noticed a bouncer, and two large men sitting at the bar. I had no recollection of what had occurred in the past few days.

Attempting to fix my hair by running my hands through it, and wiping makeup off my forehead, I waddled out to the bouncer.

"Ooh. Sleeping beauty done napping in the ladies bathroom?" He spat, pouring the larger of the two men what looked like a tequila sunrise.

"Um. Yeah. I don't know what happened." I tried to play it off as I was full of innocence and was pressured into this, but who was I fooling?

"All I know is you waddled in here yesterday with some guy. You started getting shots after shots paid for to you by lonely men. They all offered you rides home, but if you ask me, they wanted you to ride more than just in their car-"

"Oh my god!" I gasped.

"Yeah. Anyways, you're drunk. You passed in the bathroom. And you're probably hungover now. The guy that was with you left when he came back inside and saw you were no where to be found. He left me a card with his number to give you. Call him." The bouncer ,aggravated, stated handing me a card.

"Andrew: 557-623-1289" written in chicken scratch across the card.

"Oh andrew" I purred so happy. My best friend is so sweet. I swear.

I typed in the number, and dialed it.

"Hey babe. I don't care what you say. I'm on my way to come get you. I know you're still at Lenny's bar. I'll be there in ten," and he hung up