Chapter 1: Love is a Weakness

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Y/n pov:

Every girl wants a prissy princess fairytale and they want their knight in shining amour to come save them... Well this girl doesn't need a knight in shining armour to save her. I dont believe that love makes you stronger.

Love is only a weakness...

That's why I dont have any men in my life, but one my gay best friend Jake. Who also is a bartender at my favourite bar, I walk into the strip bar and take a seat at the bar.

"Hey Y/n the usual I'm presuming?" Jake asks.

"Hi Jake yeah thanks" I answered.

"How have you been?" He asked making my drink.

"The same it has been everyday" I replied.

"Yeah yeah you always say that tho" he said placing the glass infront of me.

"Thanks Jake" I said taking a sip of my whiskey.

"No prob" he says walking off.

I sit alone drinking my whiskey as I look around, I notice that it was pretty quiet. That's odd because normally there is alot more people here.

"Hey Y/n need a refill?" Jake asks.

"Yeah okay" I said.

He takes my glass and refills it, he places it back down infront of me.

"Thanks again Jake" I say.

"Of course Y/n" he said.

After four hours of spending time in the strip bar, I decided that I should head home.

"I'm gonna go now Jake" I yell over the loud music.

"Okay see ya" he yells back.

I headed out of the bar feeling the cool breeze hit my face, I pull my jacket closer to me and walk home. I finally made it home without any problems, I hang my jacket up and lock the front door. I sit down on the couch and watch TV, I put the TV off because there was nothing to watch. I dragged my feet to the bedroom taking my clothes off and changing into some pjs. After climbing into bed I dift off into a deep sleep.

"Y/n I love you and I will always love you so dont forget me" a voice said.

"I promise" I said through my crying.

I held my boyfriend's hand while he was dying of cancer, I sat there crying as he laid there dead.

"Ahhh!" I yelled sitting up in bed.

I sat their breathing heavily, I tried calming myself down. That happen three years ago and I still have nightmares about it.

It's like he's haunting me...

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