We Cannot Be

●○ Chapter 29 ○●

The strobe, the flashes and the feeling of being anyone but me, felt all but too tempting to resist.

So, I found myself outside a random club, maybe even a rival. Either way I was way beyond the point of giving a fuck. Fucking wasted.

I held the bottle of vodka to my lips and chugged it down. I was so out of it. I slowly walked into the club, trying not to gain too much attention but also trying not to fall flat on my face. As I walked closer, I heard the music get louder.

I began to feel the rhythm in my veins. It got louder and louder, so loud I couldn’t hear myself think. I looked down to see my bottle empty, so I threw it to the floor, watching it shattering into tiny pieces.

Nobody noticed, for the music was way too loud. Then I realized that I no longer had a drink. So, I dragged myself to the bar.

I slammed down onto the stool and rested my head on the bar. Then, I felt someone tap the top of my head.

Slowly, I lifted my head to find a somewhat sweet looking man staring at me. “Anything I can get Ya?” He asked and then winked.

I was way too tired to come up with a snarky remark, so I called for three shots and then rested my head down again. Eventually my shots came, and I downed them all at once.

The people opposite me watched in shock as I stood and drank 6 of their shots. I was going to regret this tomorrow.

I pushed my way forward, ignoring the people screaming behind me asking me to pay for their lost shots. I laughed to myself and then I found myself in the middle of a crowd of people.

It smelled of sweat, alcohol and people. Not the greatest combination, I closed my eyes, trying to let the music take me away.

And then I felt myself moving to the beat, my hips swaying side to side and my arms moving up my body into the air. I felt a body slide up behind me and I continued.

Grinding against him, I turned around to find a familiar face smiling back at me, the bartender. I smiled back at him and put my hand around his shoulders and threw my head back, feeling the tempo getting faster.

I shot my head back up, feeling him slowly pulling me closer to him. My eyes adjusted and suddenly all I could see was those grey eyes.

His eyes.

What the fuck. He wasn’t even here, so why could I see him? I blinked hard and the bartender reappeared.

I leaned forward, my lips meeting him. My pace quickened and soon enough we were fully making out in the middle of this club.

Each second it escalates faster. I felt him slowly pull away and then he was gone. Lost in the crowd. I turned around to find him.

But all I saw was the flashing lights. I felt someone new slide up behind me and pull me in tightly. He leaned in from behind and then bent down to put his lips close to my cheek.

Then he whispered, “Look what we have here, if it isn’t the one and only.” He flipped me around and tightened his grip around my arm.

Bastard.

I closed my eyes and tried to think how I would get out of this without having to kill every witness. I moved my free hand behind, feeling my back pocket for my gun.

Once my fingers slid up on it, I pulled it out discreetly holding it beside my leg. It was too dark for him to notice anyway.

The bastard got his free hand and slowly, traced my cheek dragging his finger lower, down to my collar bone.

I was sure if I didn’t get rid of this son of a bitch, he wouldn’t hesitate to go lower. I grabbed his and stopped it going any further.

I leaned in towards him and whispered, “Clearly you haven’t done enough research on me, motherfucker. Goodbye.”

I held my gun up to his head and heard him take in what seemed like a very deep breath. Shame it would be his last.

I put my finger on the trigger and pulled it. His blood staining my already bloody blouse.

God, I wouldn’t be able to have this cleaned now. I turned around and saw 8 of his boys. I wasn’t looking forward to a fight tonight, but oh well the show must go on.

I stood in the center and continued to dance; they would wait. Suddenly I felt my arm be pulled to the side, I twisted out of the grip and threw myself towards the man.

I had him pinned down. I helped the gun to his head and shot at his grimy hand. Disgusting. I sighed to myself, not enough to make him bleed to death so I shot his legs, and he began to scream, someone had to get this prissy baby out of here.

I turned around and began to walk out, whilst in the corridor I found 6 presents for me. Seems like today was their lucky day. All of them dead.

I had to admit they put up a good fight, the one with the knife cut me up quite well. I had my back against the wall and my gun held at the last guy's dick, he whimpered as I pulled his shirt off.

I felt my knife tucked in the leg of my jeans. I took it out and pushed the knife to his skin, he cried in pain. He was beaten up badly, which is why he was the one I was going to spare till the end. I pushed the knife a little deeper into his skin, just to make sure they got the message clearly.

I wrote my Name into the man's skin and below it I carved out the words,

C O M E G E T M E.

I looked down admiring my word as I usually do and then I kicked the shit bag. Leaving him to either bleed to death or be saved. Either way my message would be sent.

Whilst walking away, I heard him mumble, “bitch.” I turned around and without a second thought I shot his dick.

And that was the last time I was ever going to spare anyone. Before leaving I took another drink, and I would be surprised if my liver was going to still be functioning by the time I got home.

I walked out of the club, mindlessly staring at my phone. I only stopped when I saw the flash of blue and red before me. “Put your hands up where I can see them.” The pig shouted.

I smirked at him and then put my hand in the air, exactly where he could see them. He slowly came towards me, clearly being cautious. Good he knew who I was.

“Put your hands behind your back.” My smile grew as I did, in fact put my hands behind my back. I pulled my hands back up, almost immediately I had the gun pointed at the officer.

I shot him. His body fell to the ground and made a thud as he made an impact with a rock on the floor. That would have hurt like a bitch, good job he was now dead.

I looked up and saw all the other pigs surrounding me, with their guns aimed at me. “Take your best shots fuckers.”

I laughed and then shot at three of them, I turned around and ran to my car and turned the ignition on. I drove fast, their cars followed me and shot at my car, shattering the window and grazing my arm.

Blood slowly seeped out of the small wound. I looked down and internally cursed, picking up the pace I began to drive faster.

They weren’t getting off my back easily, but I took a turn and then quickly went down the dirt patch. After that I went out onto the motorway to find I had lost them.

Finally, I thought to myself and drove to my office. I parked my car on the curb and walked in, to find it dark. Nobody was working now of course, since I had been gone.

I walked up to my office and lay down on the sofa. I rested my head down, ignoring the blood dripping down ruining my new carpet.

Could always replace it I thought to myself and slowly felt myself drift away into a sleep.

Into a sleep, where I once again relived the day, I could never forget.