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Hanna"

 

 

 

 

 

I'm scrolling through my phone on a Saturday night, stalking the love of my life, Tyron, when some photos catch my eye. Tyron is kissing a girl inside a pub and has written the hashtag, my new girl, in the description. When I saw the bar's name, I read it again. Why does it feel like my heart has split in two every time I hear Tyron has a new girlfriend? He's not even my ex-boyfriend!

 

 

 

 

 

My tears fall down my cheeks, but I quickly wipe them away; I try not to go to that pub, but I can't help myself; my heart has its own set of legs, and I couldn't stop myself.

 

 

 

 

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Vincent"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I left my sister's room when I discovered she was already sleeping. I kissed her on the cheek and said good night. Then bid farewell. I sigh...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Starting next Monday, I've decided to attend Henry Stewart's school. I finally found them after months of searching for that jerk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My sister is adamant about not cooperating with me. Until I spoke with her friend, she hadn't told me the name of the guy who had shattered her heart. I try to persuade her to say anything.

 

 

 

 

 

But first and foremost, I must investigate the mafia that my father had me spy on the last time. For further research. Because I discovered they were close, they were simply doing me a favor.

 

 

 

 

 

When I decide to park my motorcycle at the tavern where my father advised me the people I need to look into are, it's nearly nightfall. I sit in front of the bartender, like I always do, so that I can order a drink while simultaneously enjoying a better view of the other patrons.

 

 

 

 

 

The bar is as loud as usual, which is quite annoying. The more people there are, the more time the night swallows up. The larger the crowd, the more girls approach me and offer themselves. Throw yourself so hard on me that you won't be able to walk the next day. But they were still groping me, like a whore who wanted to get fucked, I thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Later baby," I explained.

 

 

 

 

 

I heard a commotion near the huge table, but my attention was drawn to the girl sitting calmly in the corner.

 

 

 

 

 

She's dressed plainly and doesn't look anything like the girl next to me. But what is it about her that makes me want to stare at her? Maybe it's because she's so beautiful that I feel like I'm drowning when I stare into her eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

As though she's seeking for someone, she's glancing about.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait? Why does the planet seem to stop moving all of a sudden? Is it possible that I've consumed too much alcohol already? Why is it that just the girl moves?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What the Hell had happened?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I drank a sip of whiskey from the bottle I was holding.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm drunk for the first time?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stand up and walk over to the restroom to wash my face. Perhaps I was drunk because the girl's beautiful eyes were looking everywhere, or perhaps I was captivated by it and followed her brilliant gaze. It has nothing to do with the alcohol.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I get out of the bathroom. To regain my composure, I ran to the dance floor. Maybe take some video all throughout the area so my father can look at it later to see what's going on.Bitch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

is strewn throughout the place. They're all begging me to take them home with me. Tss, they're pulling me about and talking in mine or your ears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When someone drew my attention, I was about to answer.

 

 

 

 

 

The girl has done it yet again. That was the one I had my eye on earlier. She was being bothered by some extremely drunk jackass. Why is she alone?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My blood began to boil as I saw who was holding her. Why did she find herself alone in this place? She doesn't belong here since she's too innocent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I take another step towards them. "I overheard her say...", I thought to myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Take a step back, jerk!"  Do I need to explain myself again if you don't understand? "I'm not going to dance with you!"

 

 

 

 

 

I shrugged. She has a nasty attitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I noticed that the guy was attempting to restrain her again, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. Because I remember him holding the innocent girl, I twisted it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I replied with a sneer...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I see you didn't know how to get to the same level as you." "Are you a gay man?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The drunken man roared in my face, "And who are you bastards to say that to me!" Maybe he'll never grasp what I'm trying to say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I am the one who would give you a lesson that you would never forget" I punched him after saying that."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Did I say I don't have patience?" TSS, I guess not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Until he was dead on the ground, I never stopped striking him.

 

 

 

 

 

"Now I'm hoping you'll learn your lesson, motherfucker."

 

 

 

 

 

I rise and straighten myself before casting a glance at the woman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Can you tell me your name?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I queried while she was staring at me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hanna," she whispered seductively, "hmm, hmmm nice name," I remarked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I muttered as I came in closer to her ear, her gaze riveted on mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I noticed her brow crinkle and replied, "You have a nice name, but you don't fit here..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope she gets what I'm trying to say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After that, I took her outside and didn't say a word. She's completely silent while I'm carrying her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe this is the first time she's seen someone as attractive as me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My whole body shook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I rush outside the bar to my motorcycle and compel her to put on my helmet.

 

 

 

 

 

I couldn't figure out how this had happened to me; all I knew was that I needed to get her home before I left this place.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe it's because of the wine and whiskey I drink?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She yelled at me instead of putting on my helmet.

 

 

 

 

 

"Can you tell me what you're up to?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm not coming with you!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm going to take you home!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I, too, yell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But what she did, even though she only slapped me, made my blood boil. For crying out loud, she hit me!