Evil game,
A not so perfect love story,
Filled with betrayal, hate, and guilt.
There is triggering content most of it has warning read with caution though .
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Warning this chapter contains mature content.
—————— ~2 months later~
I sat on my bed, I finally had the energy to get up again after a couple months. I a lot of shit happened. I got really bad again, but now I have a lot of energy. And I still can't seem to be able to put the bottle down.
I got up and and got in the shower. I cleaned my self up and all and put on a tank top and a pair of shorts. I grabbed my bag and went outside.
I hate warm weather.
I had a bottle of whiskey in one hand while my other hand was in my pocket. People stared I didn't care.
It was already eight o'clock by the time I got to the bar I was looking for. I sat down and ordered a drink.
"You might wanna slow down." The bartender suggested as he served me my fifth drink. "I'm good." "I'll give you the bottle, it's just not a good idea for a lady to have so many drinks in here alone." He smiled handing me the bottle.
I nodded and put down a twenty before leaving.
I walked around outside not wanting to go back to my apartment.
I looked up at the stars and got an idea. I laid down at the floor and stared up at the stars cursing at each and everyone of them for what they've taken from me.
"Fuck you." I raised the bottle in the air before taking a sip. I heard someone laugh, I glanced back and saw a tall brunette with what I think are freckles laughing.
"Could you unkindly fuck off." I rolled my eyes. "I'm just wondering what your doing." He laughed walking over to me. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like your really drunk cursing at something that's non existent." He laid down on the ground next to me. "I don't even know you." I looked away from him. "That's is true I am a stranger." He shrugged.
I offered him the bottle, he declined. "Pussyyy." I dragged out the word. "I am not." He retorted. "If your not a pussy then take the bottle." "But your a stranger."
"And so are you but you don't see me complaining."
"Actually you were complaining about a minute ago." He grinned. "Your really fucking annoying." "I can leave." He was trying to get me to ask him to stay.
