° Drunk °

August

I placed her in the passenger's seat and got in on my side, starting the car.

She started singing a random song and I sped out of the parking lot.

"August?" She called and I looked at her. "I think I'm going to puke." She said and I sighed,

Stopping the car and getting out with her.

And just as she said, she started throwing up in the grass at the side of the road.

I watched emotionlessly and when she was done, I suggested that she got some fresh air,

By locking my car.

I sat on the hood and she stood there, looking up at the sky.

"Why were you there?" I asked coldly, knowing she couldn't have gone there alone.

"My friend...Clara? Oh, wait, Ciara! She invited me then left with a dude." She said, sounding disappointed and dramatic.

I nodded, leaning back.

The amount of shootouts at that club every week is alarming.

She was lucky that I dropped in tonight.

"I...need to get to my hotel." She slurred and I raised an eyebrow.

"Hotel?" I asked and she nodded, drifting over to me.

I held her up so that she didn't fall down before letting her go.

"My stepmom kicked me out. Said I...needed to learn my lesson." She shrugged, shivering slightly.

Taking my jacket off, I handed it to her and she grinned at me.

"Gentleman." She said and I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck no." I mumbled and she giggled.

"Sure, loser." She said drunkly and I stared at her coldly, though I was honestly amused.

What the fuck is happening to me?

"Your mother?" I asked and she looked at me before looking down.

"In prison." She said quietly and I put the pieces together very quickly.

"For killing your father." I finished and she looked stunned.

"Hey, how do you know that?" She asked and I shrugged, burying my hands in my pockets and looking into the darkness around us.

I found my peace in the darkness. It was embedded in me.

"August?" She called and I looked down at her short figure. "Why are you like this?" She asked and I shook my head,

Opening her door for her.

She sighed and got into the car quietly. But she was still drunk.

So instead of sitting with her back against the seat, her legs were there and she leaned against the dashboard.

I left her like that, going around and getting in.

But as I sped off, I saw police lights turn on behind me.

Who the fuck could this be?

Sighing, I put my gun under my seat and pulled over.

I could just kill him. But that would corrupt the system I've built.

The car stopped behind me and the officer approached my car, knocking on the window.

I rolled it down and stared blankly at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Sir, step out of the vehicle, please." He said and I rolled my eyes.

This was not a real officer.

"No." I said and he looked taken aback.

"Is there a problem, Oliver?- I mean officer?" A drunk Victoria asked from the seat next to me.

She was now hugging the seat, still facing the wrong direction.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" He asked suspiciously and I was getting tired of this.

I grabbed my gun and shot him at point blank range.

Right in the middle of his forehead.

Victoria screamed loudly, obviously terrified at what she had just witnessed.

I drove away, glancing over at her to see that she was now shaking.

"Y-Y-You just k-killed..." She trailed off, tears running down her cheeks.

I felt responsible for those tears.

But I couldn't care. I would never show weakness.

I shook my head, asking her which hotel before pulling up to it and dropping her off.

No weakness.

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"You're a moron." Asia, my tattoo artist, said as I laid back.

She was working on my torso persistently, knowing that I was an impatient person.

"How could you leave her like that, man? After murdering someone in front of her?" She asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Asia, am I an empathetic person?" I asked darkly and she shook her head, sighing.

"I wish you were." She replied and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't fucking care about what I do. So why would I give a fuck about who witnesses it?" I asked and she smirked.

"Because you kill witnesses. And there she is, still alive and well." She said, snickering.

I grabbed her neck, squeezing it slightly and looking at her coldly.

My anger always reacted before I did. It took over me.

I felt as though there were two people sharing my body.

I let go of her, watching as she coughed and gasped for air.

Then she quietly continued working on my torso and I sighed.

"I'm working on it." I told her and she nodded, smiling sadly at me.

"I know it isn't you, August. But you need control of it." She said and I got lost in my thoughts.

Once I was done, I left and pulled into the school gates,

Going inside with the intent to kill someone. But as I passed by the class Victoria was supposed to be in,

I realized that she was absent.

The urge to find out what happened to her was unrealistic.

Sighing, I got into my car and gave orders for my missions for the rest the day.

Speeding through the streets, I pulled up to the hotel in no time.

I went up to her room and knocked on the door and someone approached it.

"Go away."