Alex

Thursday, December 17, 2002

Night

Drinking was all I could do these days. Sit in this fucking club and drink. Every guy that tried talking to me only made me want Joseph more. They all were shit compared to him. He gave a fuck about me, and I fucked up... "His brother, use him," the whisper said. I promised him I'd leave him alone. "Then get his attention..." How? "Hurt yourself"

No, I wanna show him I can be better... "Like his fiancé?" I stared at the dance floor, trying to come up with a response. He's only with him cause I hurt him. "Really?" Yes, he still cares for me. He's still mine. He will always be fucking mine! "Then go to him..." 

I got out of the booth running into someone. "Alex?" a voice asked. I looked up to see his brother with some women.

"Fuck off Michael..." The only thing I was focused on was Joseph, and I wasn't gonna lose him. I pushed past him, but he quickly grabbed my arm. "Fuck off me!" I shouted, shoving him off.

"She wants Lance back and you want my brother back, so why not work together?" I stopped in my tracks, turning to him.

He had an evil grin on his face, and my eyes went to his outfit. His white t-shirt had stains and the shorts he had on were tattered and old-looking. I looked at the black-haired woman. She had a tight red dress on and pounds of makeup. "Who's she?"

"Lance's ex-wife, so let's work together and break them apart..." he grinned, downing the rest of his beer. "He'll be all sad and vulnerable. That's when you swoop in..."

"Hold on! Hold on!" "What the fuck is the plan?"

"She'll tell Lance to meet her at a restaurant, then while they talk, we get pictures and send it to some random ass drama outlets and watch everything crumble..."

I looked at her. "What are you gonna say to get him there?" 

A very ugly smirk formed on her face and damn, did she look fucking ugly. They were like an ugly duo. "My miscarriage always brought him back..." she responded.

 "What does he get out of this?" The whisper said. Good question... "What the fuck do you get out of this?" I snapped.

"Nothing, she came to me with the idea and I just wanna see it all go down..."

Shit brother... He just wants to see him hurt. "I'm in, under one condition..."

He rolled his eyes. "What?"

"When I get him back, you mend things with him."

His eyes grew wide. "Oh, so you do have a heart?" He took a swig of his bear, looking around the club. "Fine... Now let's go!" He cheered, dancing to the beat. 

Can see why his parents don't care for him... He started walking to the exit, wailing like a dumbass. We followed behind, and she glanced at me with a toothy smile. "Morgan."

"Alex..."

...

We got to the bullshit fancy restaurant, and he turned the car off, looking to the backseat. "Get him to kiss you, make sure to get the kiss!"

She giggled, stepping out of the car. "I know how to get to him..."

"Do you guys even know if he's awake?" I snapped, getting out, looking around the small parking lot. The crickets were annoying ass fuck and light from the restaurant bounced off, illuminating everything around it.

"Let's see now..." she smirked, pulling her phone out of her pocketbook. The air was crisp and the anticipation in my body was up. She called his number, putting it on speaker. It rung for a few seconds and that dickhead's sleepy voice echoed.

"Morgan, I told you if you contact me again, I'll get a restraining order."

She smiled for a second before it twisted into a fake cry. "Just meet me at this restaurant. It's about the miscarriage..."

The silence was fucking loud before he responded with a sigh. "I'm not meeting you in the middle of the night to talk about our past. I shouldn't even be speaking to you right now," He whispered. He's sleeping. This will only make this worse...

"This will be the last time, I swear!" She stressed, only to start sobbing. "I just wanna say goodbye..."

We all looked at each other, waiting for his response. "God okay... But if you contact me after this I will file it..." He seethed.

"I'll send you the location..." She sniffled, hanging up. Her once tear-filled eyes turned to bright ones and her mouth crinkled into a smile. "Ready? You guys?"

"You're a fucking genius!" Michael yelled as we made our way toward the restaurant. 

The atmosphere inside was calm and peaceful, couples were seated, smiling and giggling. I definitely stuck out like a sore thumb, but we got a booth in the back and she got a table in the middle of the room. A part of me felt bad. I knew this was gonna break him. But I'd be there for him. Be the boyfriend he needed. The husband he needed if I got far enough... 

"He's here..." Michael whispered. 

I turned my head to look at the blond prick. He was wearing some blue jeans and a white shirt. He sat down, moving his hair back and she smiled, trying to touch his hand, but he flinched away. The dickhead started speaking, and Michael pulled his phone out on cue. A few minutes went by of them talking before they got up. Bullshit tears started running down her face and she hugged him. He rubbed her back, and she looked up at him. This was the moment we were looking for. She forced her lips on his and he quickly pushed her off, storming off. 

She looked pissed, and I got myself ready to hear her annoying ass voice. "H- He fucking denied me! I want you to fuck up their relationship! Do what you have to!" She growled, walking off. 

He squealed, tapping away at his phone. "This is gonna be good..."

I'm gonna get him back. My savior... "You don't need him" Fuck off! I don't need you. He showed me that. "Really? You wouldn't even be where you are without me. " Dad, I don't fucking need you! "FUCK OFF!" I shouted, getting stares. 

"Alex! What the fuck..." he whispered, looking around. 

"Michael, just shut the fuck up for a moment..."

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