A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 18: Why I Love the Bar

Chapter 18: Why I love the Bar (Ash POV)

"I'm leaving"! She muttered, standing up from her seat. I grabbed her hand, hoping she would sit back down.

"Don't you dare touch me. I don't want you around me". She glared, leaving the table.

"Prue" I called.

I didn't mean to upset her; I had no idea that she would get this mad over it. But what I said was true; maybe I used the wrong words. But it was true; I never really inputted any of my feeling in the relationship. I just went with it, but I ended up hate it. Everything, the girls would become so clingy and needy. Asking me where have you been, or are you cheating on me with her. Does she look better then me, why are you staring at her? Why are you even asking me this questions?

If you don't trust me, then don't ask me to be your boyfriend. Isn't trust a major key in a relationship. Then why do they become so jealous or even worse so possessive?

I've been putting myself with girls who I really don't like, just so I wouldn't her there feelings. But I ended up, hurting them even worse. I should have never even started this, and told Prue.

I should have just told her that I like her, and not beat around the bush. She seems so interesting something that's worth being with. I know that she's different then anyone I've dated, and I like it. I want her, with me.

I need to find her and tell her what I really wanted to tell her. Even if she says no, but maybe the surprise I have for her will change her mind. But Prue isn't like any other girl ever met, so she may not like it but I tried.

I stood up for my seat, and started wandering the bar. She couldn't have gotten that far. The booths were just full of couples making out, but I broke one up and asked him. If they've seen a girl in a green hoodie and shorts, but they said no.

I wasn't give up; I hope she's okay. Wait. What if she ran home, in the fucking dark? That would be crazy, but she seemed pretty mad. There's no limits to what she may do, damn it!

They were people grinding on the color full dance floor. So I wasn't sure if I should check it out. I turned around and bumped into some guy with black hair.

"Sorry, man".

"Nah, its okay. I wasn't really sure, if I was going the right way" he confessed.

"Are you new"?

"Yeah, I was here with my friend Sam. But I can't find him" he sighed.

"You and me both".

"Hey, you want me to buy you a drink" he asked, politely.

"Sure". Prue will be okay; she's a tough girl. Got that titanium skin.

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It was an hour, and I've drank about 10 or whatever bottles of red wine. The wine here was awful, because my vision was becoming blurry. The lights in the bar, smudged to Tim's face. He looked like some kind of chemical reaction; someone must have done something to my drink.

"Hey you okay" Tim asked, reaching out his hand.

"Yeah" I hiccupped, squinting my eyes. My head was pounding and my throat was burning, god it hurts. What's up with these drinks?

"You sure, I'll get some water" he persisted, get out of his sit.

"Whatever" I responded, resting my head on the table. I've drunken more than 20 bottles and I never felt like this. I'll just call Ashley; I can't drive in this state. I pulled out my phone and called her.