Hung up
Chapter 1
He wanted to drink away his pain. She had left him. She said she didn't love him. He took another swig from the bottle. He wished he could kill something. He could feel the dark red blood trailing down his arm. The neck snapping like a twig. But it was only his beer bottle. He had crushed it. "Bloody hell," he said. He stood and tried to wipe it off. But it didn't help. The broke shards of glass lay on the ground. He looked into them. But no reflection. He wished his love were here. He wanted Drucilla. He wanted to hold her and make love to her. And feel her cold skin on his. As if God himself had heard him she was there. "You have been a bad Spike. But mommy is home," Dru said. He turned around. She was in front of him. He reached out to her, but she disappeared. He dropped his hand. He lay on the wet couch. And fell asleep.