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Like A Top

Parker's Pov.
It's been a few days since I saw Lip and Debs. I've been sleeping upstairs at the new club I'm working at. Honestly, I was scared to go see everyone again. I was afraid they'd be mad at me. So I stayed at the club. I enjoyed it, cause I didn't have to travel for work, and I got to eat free at the bar. 

I was starting to miss everyone more and more, but I made the best of it. That's what ya gotta do, just find the silver lining.Ah fuck, I wanna see evryine again. I wanna see Ian, Carl and Fiona and Liam, Kev and V, and Mickey. I really miss everyone.

Mickey’s Pov.
So basically Mandy’s forcing me to go find Parker. Don’t get me wrong, I want her back really bad. But I can’t go see her after what I did to her. Honestly I don’t expect her to forgive me. It’s all my fucking dad’s fault. I shouldn’t have married the bitch. I shouldn’t have let her fuck me. I should’ve. I should’ve stopped her from leaving.

Well now I’m paying for it, so I’m on my way to the bar Lip told Mandy she was working at. Ah shit it’s run down.

“Looking fine” One guy said to me.

“Fuck off” I grumbled.

“I like em rough” the guy smirked, “I’m Scott, you wanna get out of here?”

“No I don’t wanna- have you seen this kid?” I asked, holding up a picture of Parker that I had. 

She has just woken up at my place, her hair was all messy and she was wearing my shirt. It was fucking adorable.

“Oh, you like em female and skinny. I could lose 30 pounds and stick my hair in some ponytails” he bargained.

“Thirty pou- Maybe in your ass man where’s the manager?” I was getting tired of this gay ass shit. 

Right! This is the one Ian used to work at too. Shit. The guy pointed and I followed his finger. There was a blonde dude standing by a counter.

“Yo, you the manager?” I asked.

“Who’s asking?” he grumbled.

“Since you just saw me speak I’m gonna take a wild stab it was me, you seen this kid? Her name’s Parker” I showed him the picture.

“Never saw her before” he shrugged and got back to his papers.

“Why don’t you take a look again? She used to work here so I’m pretty sure you have” I was getting pissed.

“I can’t keep track of every lesbo who comes and goes in this place alright” he groaned.

Fuck this man is getting on my nerves. She’s not a fucking lesbo!

“Okay, this ‘lesbo’ went awol a couple days ago after your bouncer, kicked her brother and kid sister out, you remember that?” he tried again.

“Look ya little tweaker, you think you’re the first one to come in here boo-hooing about some cocktail slut who jacked you off in the bathroom said it was true love and then disappeared. Trust me, you’re not. So why don’t you just buy a drink and fall in love with somebody else”

How dare he speak about her like that! How dare he fucking talk about me like that! I’m gonna fucking kill him!

“You callin me a bitch?” I gawked.

“Oh please, honey. You make Justin Beiber look like a top” he smirked.

Alright that’s it. I slammed his head on the counter and held it there.

“Ah! Oh, ow!” the man exclaimed.

“Now, I know you know here she is dick breath. So you’re gonna tell me, or I’m gonna shut this cum hole down over possession, intent to sell and prostitution, okay?”

“She’s at our other location, Fairy Tail, in Boystown” he finally spat out.

“Thank you” I smiled, slapping his cheek lightly and grabbing his cheek “That so difficult?” I asked.

And with that I left. Shit, now I gotta go all the way to fucking Boystown. That faggot better be right. 

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