Beaten Heart

Chapter 8 : Drunk Joeys And Extremly Bad Luck

I woke up and made myself up to be some what attractive and redy for the publics eye, i didnt know how to cook so i had a pickle for breakfast.

I rode my bike to work, and it was like 29 degrees outside so that was fun...the feeling of Shyanne bieng in the hospital, drilling in my mind and over flowing me with guilt. I dropped of some stuff in the bars private room and headed behind the counter. There was A teenage lookin guy with a guy who looked about 23. One had brown hair and really white frecklish skin and was really slim. He was currently laughing hysterically at nothing. DRUNK...check please. And the other guy i recognized...he had black curls that were somewhat short a strong build, tall and tattoos all up his arms, he had green eyes and a cute smile, he was pouring beer on the other guy and cursing about some chick named, Dallas. ...It was Joey ,the guy from the hospital. I walked behind the bar and got on my phone waiting for someone to acknoledge me or foolishly ask for more alchol then they need. Which evedently happened when the guy with brown hair threw a beer at me and gt it all over my luckily black shirt and then Joey looked at me for the first time his face fell from the hysteria and into a worried slash embarrassed expression...that was better. Then he just frowned and sighed. " Can I get a full bottle of vodka please." He said with anger. " Are you sure thats a good idea?" He growled which i took as yes and handed him the bottle and he threw thirty bucks at me. After a while his friend left and he was all one except for a few people at tables talking. He sighed then asked if I had ever been abanded....I knew exsactly what to say. " I used to be homeless...for most of my life. Untill Shyanne saved me. Which made my nail dig into my skin, like it always does when I feel mad at myself. He aughed and ," WOOOOW this chick had it baaaad, like wwwooooowww that f***ing sucks." My face must have looked bad cuz he stopped talking and grabbed his jacked and got up then fell....after repeating hte falling then getting back up sequence about five times. I made him wait for me so I could walk him home. After talking to a girl about her recent abortin...a granpa whos grandson had died and a shirtless lady with a drug addiction, my shift was over. I stopped by the hospital making mr.typsy wait in the front of the building and told him if he moved I would shank him so many times He would never move agian. Shyanne was exited to see me , natura;lly making me cry and said she only had to be in the hosppital for a few more weeks, which she thought was good and i thought was bad. I got back and saw a drunk Joey making out with a beack blonde chick and that for some reason hurt even though I didnt know him very well, and I asked Joey where he lived and when he said he lived in the forsaken land of Narnia, i figured he was too drunk to answer that question. When I got home ....i relized I had forgotten to lock the door and saw almost completly robbed apartment and the last thing I remember is gun shots and blackness.