We sat around a table in the noisy bar, playing poker and laughing.
"Wow, Lexand, you are the best!" Jerald complimented me after I won the game for the fifth time.
"Nah... Any dude can do that," I gave him a little badass smile as I drank my glass of tequila.
"You know you're smart for your age," Apollo said while giving my shoulder a pet. My smile dropped when I recall Rosa saying the exact same thing, and I felt empty, sad, weak. A sigh escaped me.
"What's wrong Lexand?" Calvin asked less concerned, I remained silent.
"Is your mama or Dada missing you kid?" Roger mock.
"Repeat that," I said in a dangerously low tone.
"I said, you're just-" before Roger could finish his sentence, I splash my drink on his face and everyone around the table started laughing.
"If you don't watch your fucking mouth, the next thing that will be dripping wouldn't be the drink but your blood!" I yelled, having everyone clapping.
"I WILL BEAT YOUR BABY ASS!" He roared pushing his chair, which crashed on the floor.
"Shut your trap motherfucker!" I was so angry, I didn't control my action, I grabbed Calvin's bottle of beer, and threw it at Roger, the light bottle flew to Roger's face, and shattered while cutting him in the process, blood began dripping from his forehead, as he screamed and held his cut. Everyone in the table blurted 'ooh'
"IF I EVER HEAR YOU BASTARD OR ANYONE ELSE IN THIS MAFIA, CALLING ME A FUCKING CHILD! THIS WILL FEEL LIKE A LOVE TAP TO BE COMPARED WITH WHAT COMES NEXT!" I growled.
"ALEX...." Roger started.
"SCREW YOU!" I tucked my middle finger up, he made an attempt to grab me but Apollo stopped him. I stomped out of the room not after I flung my chair to the other end of the room.
I stomped to my room slamming the door shut after I'd walked in, I turned the tap on, splashing water on my face. I took off my long sleeve shirt, grabbed my pain killer (razor), and pressed it on my upper arm not wanting to cause damage to my visible wrist. I bit my bottom lip as I cut more, thick blood dripping on the sink, I sighed washing my cuts and wrapping a bandage around my arm on the three cuts.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I had vibrant long black curly hair that reached my shoulders, my face looked like a frown, I had a diamond earring on my left ear, and on my right breast I had a well-designed tattoo of a broken heart, yelp, I had a tattoo, my stare went down to my six-pack and muscles.
I looked tough and bad, yeah that was me, I rolled my eyes and sigh again before exiting the bathroom, I grabbed a baggy black skull T-shirt, quickly putting it on, and black skinny jeans from the closet.
I crouched under my king-size bed and brought out the only thing that made me feel better my black skull guitar. I sat on my bed with a dark red cover.
Taking a long deep breath with my eyes closed, I set my fingers on the strings, taking another deep breath before singing.
"When you don't know where to go,
and you feeling all alone,
Look inside yourself is so much more than you know,
When you're stuck and out of time,
You can cross the finish line,
You're a champion you'll always be a winner,
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The story of my life (wattys2019)
Non-FictionAlexander tried all he could to be happy, but each time he faces another hell, happiness seem to be the last thing in his life, maybe when he dies he'll find it. First his father turn into a monster seeking for his misery, then his mother died, he...
