Chapter Thirty-Eight: Randy's P.O.V.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she entered the elevator. I wanted to go after her so bad, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I stood there and waited, hoping she would come back. She never did. She was gone.

For the first time in a hell of a long time, I felt tears sting the back of my eyes. I walked to my room and saw Jayda sitting on Dave's lap.

"Hey, Orton. How'd it go?" Dave asked when I walked in.

"How the fuck does it look like it went?" I retorted before grabbing my wallet.

"Where are you going?"

"To the damn bar. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked as I walked to the door.

"Actually, yeah, I do because I don't want to be the one to bring your sorry ass back up here," he replied as he got up and set Jayda back in the chair. "In case you haven't noticed, you still have a daughter to take care of. You can't just run off and get drunk every time things don't go your way."

"Whatever. Shut the fuck up," I said and stormed out the door. I went down to the bar and ordered a vodka on the rocks. I was down there for one purpose and one purpose only: to get as drunk as possible and beer just wasn't going to cut it.

I don't know how long I was down there before I heard familiar voices in the lobby. I turned around and saw Amy and Jayda standing there as if they were waiting for someone. That someone turned out to be the reason why I was getting drunk. "Alex," I whispered to myself and began to get up.

I watched them from the door of the bar and noticed there were marks on her cheeks where she had been crying. I threw back another shot as Alex gave Jayda one last hug, said something to Amy and left. I don't know what stopped me from going and trying to stop her from leaving; maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the same reason that stopped me from not trying to stop her earlier.

I sighed before stumbling back to the bar and ordering a couple more shots. After I knocked those back, I told the bartender that I wanted more but he told me the last thing I wanted to hear.

"Sir, I think you've had enough."

"What the fuck? I can't even fucking go anywhere and get drunk? Who the hell do you think you are telling me that I can't have anymore to fucking drink?"

"Sir, you need to calm down or I'm going to have to call security," he warned me.

"Fuck it! Bring those fucking rent-a-cops! I don't give a shit!" I yelled in his face as I shoved all of the glasses on the floor and heard them shatter.

"Randy!" I heard my name being called. "Randy, stop it!"

I turned around to find Amy and Adam coming toward me.

"This mother fucker won't let me have anymore to fucking drink!"

"You don't need anything else to drink, Randy," Adam told me. "You've had enough. Come on."

I didn't budge.

"Randy, you're making an ass out of yourself. Please, come back upstairs," Amy pleaded.

I sighed again and walked out of the bar with them. "I saw you," I told Amy when we got into the elevator.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I saw you with Alex."

"She was saying goodbye to Jayda, Randy. Now, come on," she said as they walked me to my room.

Dave was waiting for me when I got there.

"I'm going to bed," I slurred as he opened his mouth to say something to me.

I collapsed onto the bed and was just about to fall asleep when I felt a small hand on my shoulder.

"What do you want, munchkin?" I asked Jayda, barely opening my eyes.

"I love you, Daddy," she said before running back into the other room with Dave.

I smiled slightly and closed my eyes again. "I love you, too, munchkin," I said to myself and fell asleep.

There, the moment you have all been waiting for! The moment where Randy and Jayda finally connect…of course Randy was drunk…but hey…it happened. Now, you'll have to see whether or not it was just the alcohol talking. Please review!!