Expectations

Chapter 2

The independence blue Mercedes pulled around the rocky bend. Logan and Gowson both sat in silence the only sound was of humming from the engine and the tires smoothing over rocks on the stone-paved road. Logan's phone started buzzing against the black plastic cup holder. He reached over picking the phone up. He held it to his ear.

"Bonjour, Bonjour Monsieur Logan."

A loud fruity voice blasted through the phone causing Logan to wince and hold shove the phone away from his ear. He let out a sigh, shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well hello to you too, Édouard. What's up?"

Logan said rubbing the back of his ear.

"Ahh that's right, you want to stop over at the bar tonight?"

Logan looked over at Gowson, who just shrugged.

"I guess we'll be there."

Logan said with uncertainty.

"Are you with Gowson right now?"

Édouard asked.

"Yeah, we're in the my car right now. He is sitting right next to me."

Logan said his eyes never leaving the road.

"Why are you talking to me while you're driving! You sure are a crazy idiot. Do you mind putting Gowson on the phone?"

Édouard shrieked, once again sending loud shock waves through the phone causing Logan wince.

"Ah yeah, sure. Gowson, it's Édouard he wants to speak to you."

Logan said handing Gowson the phone. After the phone call ended the two sat in silence once again. Logan scratched the back of his neck still keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. Opening his mouth for a brief second to say something but closed it quickly after. The engine continues they until they finally got to the bar pulling to a stop in the sharp gravel parking space. Logan turned the small rounded car key. Both men made their ways out of the car slipping into the deafening blaring lights of the bar; guiding their way to their friends. Two empty stools sat in front of the marble bar next to four familiar men.

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Logan's POV
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Édouard turns from his seat to face both Gowson and I. His soft gentle brown eye smiling at us as he patted the tall wooden maple stool next to him. As I sat down I peered over to see three other men by the name of Raphael, Mathis, Loïc.

"So glad to see you guys here okay."

Raphael turned to us his Indian red glimmering in the darkened light. A darkened expression only lasting a moment before lighting up into a smirk. A crackling laugh escaping from his mouth. We all glance over to him with a dead look.

"Has he gone insane again?"

Loïc shook his head at Mathis's statement.

"When is he not? For as long as I known him this is not a good sign."

Loïc snickering. His gaze shifting back to our maniac giggling friend.

"Drink to you drop kids, it's 20:30! Free time frenzy."

The bartender slammed drinks on the table the alcoholic beverage splashing. The men around me beginning to guzzle it down, I just sat there shaking my head at their immaturity. I was never one who enjoyed getting drunk and waking up with a dreadful hangover. Losing control over your body doing something you would never do when you're in the correct state of mind. People often say more than they should, spilling the information down on the world like tripping over a bucket of red ink on a white carpet. It's almost impossible to get rid of that stain, the fastest way would be to dispose of it. Which you can't do if you say something, that you wouldn't want anyone to know about. Unless, of course, you resorted to murder want anyone to or even torture were you could slowly break down someone's mind and will to fight until they are too afraid to do anything. Too afraid to tell, or to broken to speak.

A loud crash broke my thoughts as I nearly jumped out of my seat dropping my drink. To my right, Loïc was on the ground, knocked out cold. Raphael spun around tipping his seat in the process as he swiftly came to his unconscious friend's side spitting out a mixture of curses and apologies. Pinching the bridge of my nose I let out a sigh. My gaze began to drift to the crowds of people scattered around the room. Their eyes weren't on Loïc who was knocked out because his drunk friend who elbowed him, but their angered unforgiving eyes lied locked on Gowson who sat in an uncomfortable silence. It was undoubtedly he wanted to leave from the unwanted attention that was casted on him. Getting up I reached my hand over to tap on Gowson's shoulder motioning to get his things.

"Hey, good luck with this uh situation. We need to get going. You all reek of alcohol and it is starting to get to me. See ya around."

to the cold. In the car Gowson begged me to go to the dock, he still reeked of alcohol so I complied. Luckily he didn't seem that drunk. Reaching the dock I pulled in to the stony parking area, Gowson getting out as soon as the car stopped.

                                                                                                                                                                                                  He made his way over to the edge of the worn out dock, his normal footwork messed up to a degree. I followed shortly after, propping my arms upon a wooden post nearby. A loud drunken breath spread through the crisp ocean breeze.

"She yelled at me. She told me to kill myself. Sh..shh.shee Tempest left me."

Gowson sat hunched over his shoulders shaking. I placed my leather gloved hand on his back for comfort, he raised his head to look at me, but all I could see was his glossy periwinkle eyes. Pulling him in closer to me I warped my arms around him. His sobs became muffled as we sat there in the cold till they vanished to the sound of the waves hitting the dock. 

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Third POV
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The sun painted over the town near the Atlantic Ocean with warm rays of yellow. Inside a gray office building, Gowson sat hunched over his maple wooden desk staring at his laptop. Whispers surrounded him stopped when his coworkers went by him. All of them staring at him as if he just tortured an infant and proceeded to burn it alive. His thoughts circulated as he heard more of his "disgusting act". The clock kept ticking it seemed louder than ever. No one talked the work remained dead silent until Gowson threw his chair back when his work was finished. Letting a sigh out as he left the building making his way to the dock. He sat on the edge of the dock, his feet dangling just above the oceans calm waves. A hum came from behind, startling him. Pushing himself off the dock he plunged into the depth of the Atlantic. The blue mustang speeding to a stop.

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Notes
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- also sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes feel free to point them out and I'll good through and fix them