Chapter 12

"Killer, where's you're old lady at?" Jimmy, the new prospect shouted as he saw Happy stomp into the Clubhouse.

"She ain't my fuckin' ol' lady dick" Happy responded, harsh and in no mood to talk.

"What are you talkin' about dude? Lana! I thought you went to get her from…" Jimmy couldn't finish his sentence; he was shoved in the back so hard that it made him choke.

"Shut the fuck up Jimmy" Koz pushed Jimmy over the pool table but his eyes remained fixed to Happy's back as he sat at the Club bar, his back to everyone.

Kozik was good friends with Happy, had been the one to approach the then president Yardy to put Happy's final acceptance out to vote. Koz was no pussy, had been side by side with Happy on many occasions during their wildest retaliations but seeing him at the bar, shoulders hutched and knocking back a bottle of beer, his heart ached for him.

Koz' eyes flicked to the Clubhouse door half willing for it to open and see Lana strut in, grab Happy by the scruff of his collar and take him to their dorm room but it wasn't to be. Lana wasn't coming back and it finally hit Koz, deep in the chest.

Just at the final realisation Koz waited for the same feeling to kick in with Happy. Then he watched as Happy stood from his stool and without further a dew Happy pulled his bicep back and catapulted the beer bottle across the end of the bar, smashing it into the wall. Beer and glass splashed everywhere and all occupants in the room stopped and looked at him.

Happy turned, facing everyone, seeing their eyes bugged out except Koz, he looked calm and almost apologetic, and that just pissed him off even more.

"You fuckers starin' at?"

He didn't wait for anyone to respond, he knew they wouldn't dare and grabbed a bottle of Jack from behind the bar.

It was the only thing that accompanied him to his dorm room.

Looking at his neatly made bed, hurting inside because he knew Lana would have made the bed when she woke up on her last morning. A pain lurched in his stomach when he realised that he only knew this because of habit, the morning just gone, he never actually woke up with Lana. He had woken up on the Clubhouse pool table, head first in a pussy that stunk of old eggs.

Suddenly grabbing his hands behind the back ledge of his chest of drawers he pulled and the cabinet crashed to the floor, he wanted to hurt something and it looked like his furniture was going to get the brunt of it. He couldn't look at the bed, he actually felt a stinging sensation in the corners of his eyes, a feeling he wasn't least familiar with. He continuously weighed up in his mind, that if he had come to their dorm room last night and lay with her, would she still be by his side now. Why didn't I come back to our room, why did I even touch that other pussy? Was no where near as good as Lana's anyway, shit I don't even have an answer for that!. What kinda fucked up shit am I?

Finally after trashing his room, drinking Jack until it was empty he crashed on the bed taking in the soft scent of Lana's perfumes. For the first time in years he screwed his face up, shoved it in her pillow and cried.

~AN~

Sorry for the short chapter, a long one coming up next. Just thought I'd get some feelers out for poor ol' Hap.

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