I spent a good few hours in R&R, endless bottles of vodka and tequila shots, until Joey walked in for his evening shift.

"Nice to see you out of the house, Lauren." Joey smiled at me, dragging his self behind the bar.

"I thought that too until I saw you." I replied bitterly.

Joey must have figured the alcohol had taken a toll on me as I moved out of prying eyes view and he followed.

"Don't you think you've had enough, eh?" Joey proclaimed, hands on his hips, emphasising his toned body.

"I think I'll go and have fun elsewhere." I admitted, walking away, I could feel Joey's eyes still on me.

Joey's P.O.V

I hadn't spoke to Lauren since the day I began working for Uncle Max. Seeing her here was like a whole load of walls had been knocked down that had been building up wondering if she is okay. I watched her walk out of the club. I was distraught, the need to follow her was almost too much to bare, but I need this money.

"Lauren!" I shouted, she popped her head around the corner and gave me a look of disapproval. She made a signal with her head indicating she wanted me to get to my point. "Can we please just talk, Lauren?" I said, walking over to her and tucking her hair behind her ear.

"There's nothing left to say, Joey. You just blatantly blanked me and didn't think twice about it." She scoffed, rolling her eyes in my direction.

"That's what this is about?" I said, taking one of her hands as she was about to walk away, smirking.

"No I just thought I'd say all that for the fun of it. That's why I'm being off with you!" She said sarcastically.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I thought you needed space." I admitted, looking her in the eye.

"I don't care. I thought we had a special bond, Joey. I thought I could talk to you when everyone else won't listen. I thought you'd care." She looked down shyly, her doubt of what she said taking over the façade of her outgoing personality.

"I thought we did too. We do. What can I do to make you forgive me, eh, Lauren?" I asked, "You're being so difficult!"

I regretted saying that almost straight away as she pulled her hand out of my grasp and turned away from me, running from the club, vodka still in hand.

Lauren's P.O.V

I walked away from the square, aimlessly wondering. I needed to get rid of this vodka bottle. I thought to myself, I could throw it in a bin, but that would be boring. I proceeded to walk to the canal as fast as my legs would take me. I couldn't stop laughing and I didn't want to either. This is the first time since my mum died that I have had a laugh. I stopped when I thought that. My mum's died.

'I want to see my mum', I thought to myself.

I arrived at the canal side with in five minutes, the walk somewhat tiring my alcohol influenced body. Without thinking properly, after throwing my bottle in the cut, I did what I had wanted to do for a long time.

I grabbed handfuls of rocks from the toe path vigorously and shoved them into my pockets. I dived into the cut, hitting my head off of the shallow on the bed of the canal, before keeping my head under the water. I couldn't breath and suddenly I felt a whole lot more sober. I spotted Tamwar and Afia on a walk and tried to drag myself out of the waters. I lay on the toe path, now unconscious, the last thing to my knowledge was hearing heavy footsteps on the ground beneath my head.

Tamwar's P.O.V

Afia and I stared at the girl before us as what had just happened sunk in. The out going girl from across the square was barely recognisable to us. She has changed so much in such a short amount of time.

"Afia, ring an ambulance" I ushered, needing to check if Lauren was still breathing, feeling like time was running out.

Whilst Afia called an ambulance I checked Lauren's pulse, which to my relief was still beating calmly and healthily. I decided I should call Max and let him know what's happened.

"Come on, answer!" I said impatiently. On the third ring he answered.

"Hello, Max?" I said unsure if I had the correct number being as it was taken from Lauren's sodden phone.

"Yes, who's that?" He asked.

"Hi, it's Tamwar, Tamwar Masood, I live on the square,"

"Oh, what do you want?" He asked dully.

"Charming. Actually, I found Lauren. I think she tired to commit suicide in the canal. We've called an ambulance and they're taking her to Walford General Hospital now." I told him.

Max sighed down the phone. "Okay thank you for ringing me, I'll send someone." he said, ending the call.

Afia and I was then left in the dark, unbeknownst to whether my distant friend would be all right.

A/N

Just a short chapter for today, you might be able to convince me to post one more later, whether I will get the opportunity or not is a different matter.

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