A few hours later I woke up somewhere dark. I must have passed out. Where was I? I looked around with wide eyes trying to see through the haze. I was in a club. I was wasted and had a pounding headache. The one thing I noticed is that I wasn't in The Loft, I didn't have a clue where I was but it was definitely somewhere unfamiliar. I continued to look around and noticed a drink's list on a nearby table, I walked over to it and picked it up.
'The Nightlife'. That is what the club was called. What was I thinking?
I made my way through the crowd over to the bar and waved the barman over. "Beer please" I said and all I got was a strange look. What was his problem?
"I think you've had enough" the dark haired man replied. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?
"Don't tell me I've had enough. It's your job to serve me so serve me NOW!" I was yelling at him by now. I didn't know what came over me, I was drunk, my head was throbbing, I just wanted a drink. Why couldn't I have a drink? The pain in my heart and head were too much and I just needed another drink.
"Mate... I think you should go home" the annoying barman replied. Anger boiled up inside me and I swung for him, next thing I knew I had a bloody lip and the cops were pulling me off some guy, I had no idea if it was the barman who wouldn't serve me or not, I was too far gone...
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I was being dragged into a police cell by some cop. The guy I started a fight with decided not to press charges but the cops brought me in because I needed to sober up apparently. Maybe I did I thought to myself.
I sat in my cell for ages just thinking, mainly about Texas but also about a lot of other things. Why did Mum kill herself? Is Dad right? Did someone kill her? Why wasn't I good enough for her? Why do I think about Sienna a lot?
Sienna... Sienna... Sienna... these where my last thoughts before I dropped off to sleep on the hard, cold bench in my cell.
