I groan in anger. He can't have her! I will get her back, no matter what it takes. I run down the street. I'm not quite sure where I'm going. I came here on a whim. I heard from an old friend, that moved to where she lives, that she was here and I tracked her cell phone. I came up with just enough cash for a plan ticket and caught the earliest flight out of Colorado. I didn't know what I was going to do when I got to LA, all I knew was, she's mine. I control her.
I end up at the this bar at the conner of fifth street. I'm surprised when I dont get carded. I need to clear my head, I think a few shots of voka and scotch will do the trick. I walk up to the bar, sit down, and wave the bartender over. I order my drinks and as the first shot is sat down in front of me i notice this girl watching me. She looks about twenty aor twenty one.
She had shaggy black hair, ovbiously died, butit still looked good. She wore a black, torn up the sides, long sweater and red ripped fish nets, and black combat boot, laced up to her knees. I shake the thoughs I have of her, out of my head. She's not mine and never will be. Scarlet is the only one for me, or so I thought until that bastard stole her. I'll gether back, I just know it. I down my drinks, pay the bartender, and get up, flipping the girl off on my out. She looks shocked and a little pissed. I don't care. I start walking in a random direction, hoping to find a cheap motel and plot a plan to get scar back.
My scar.
