stay? - reece bibby

prologue

first set on — june 28th 2018:

the cool, evening breeze swept around, lifting the occasional blown away newspaper around and playing with it. the streets were dark, the lampposts that had previously lit the streets had turned off just under an hour ago. it was the earliest hour of a summer morning. nobody else was walking down the dirty streets at this hour, the unsettling feel of it sending people in the other direction. down the street, covered in filth was the town's cheapest pub. the roof seemed to be falling in, and the floor creaked.

however, a tall, dark blond haired boy walked in rather hesitantly through the heavy, wooden doors of the pub. normally he wouldn't come as early as this, but he knew a mind full of alcohol could lead to an even worse decision than what he was about to do back at home. his cracked, bruised hands pushed the doors weakly and reluctantly. blood still dropped from them. the purple marks prominent.

the bags under his eyes were heavy, darker and deeper than an ink print. a dejected frown was etched across his face, looking though as if it would never leave. the third time this week. his hair was greasy, and messy, covering his forehead and sticking in all sorts of directions on top. but that wasn't the worst part of his appearance.

his eyes.

now if i told you, that only a week ago, this boys eyes sparkled with excitement, and shone with love, would you believe me?

of course you wouldn't. the 19 year old's eyes' were now dark and dull. it was like looking into green glass, showing no sign of hope, or happiness.

instead heartbreak and disappointment was written over his face, as he continued to take a slow, uncertain stroll up to the bar, where the bartender stood, looking concerned at no other boy than reece bibby, who had now been here for the fifth night in a row now.

his rather large hand slammed onto the counter, along with money, enough to buy the boy several shots of vodka. he winced at the impact with the table, already having his hands in pain. not meaning to be so forceful, but every move he made, was always full of emotion.

the same routine had repeated for reece every night. get drunk, find a slut, and stay at hers for the night. it was disgusting. yes, he knew.

however it was the only thing that took his mind off of her. her long, blonde hair, that was always curled at the ends. her perfectly shaped pink lips and her unforgettable, deep, blue eyes.

but just the alcohol wouldn't ever erase her from his mind. realising this as she had left him, hand in hand with a tall, brown haired man. she had sneaked off with this 25 year old man about a week ago. the girl he was completely in love with, had left without even telling him she didn't love him anymore.. or even at all.

reece's thoughts clouded after thinking about her again. his voice was raspy and broken when he asked for his first shot of vodka. he brought the strong liquid to his lips as her image stained his mind.

after about 4 shots, he was more than just giddy. his head was in pain, but it was better than overthinking. he got up and stumbled around groups of people, who gave him worried glances or disgusted looks. eventually he came to come face to face with an average height girl. her hair was blonde, and straight, down to her elbows. her eyes were blue, but not the ocean kind of blue you could get lost it. they definitely weren't deep and comforting. this girls eyes' were icy cold, sharp and unsettling.

reece took the opportunity to grab her around the waist, her smaller figure tripping slightly at his tight but loose grasp. her hysterical, drunk giggles was all he heard as he walked back out onto the the filthy, empty streets, following wherever she took him, which so happened to be her place.

he didn't care for what was to happen next. all he knew is that it would take his mind off of her.