Jack led me to a grungy looking building on a bad side of town. I looked up at him, worried beyond belief at what I was going to find in there.
"Thanks." I said shortly.
"Do you need a place to stay again?"
"No, my father's ship got here the other day. If you or anyone else wanted to see me, you should come visit me. I'd really appreciate it."
"I'll tell them that." He looked back towards the building and said, "Navy, when you go in there, just don't expect the old Skittery." He warned and left without another word.
"Oh God." I sighed, exhaling the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I had second thoughts about going in or just waiting for him to come out. Knowing waiting would drive me insane I turned the rusted doorknob and entered.
The whole place was polluted with smoke and stank with everything from body odor to something rotting but most strongly of alcohol. The bar itself was as dirty and cheap as the people that inhabited it. For seven o'clock in the morning there were considerable amounts of people. As I stood and looked around trying to find Skittery, an empty beer bottle whizzed past my left ear and broke into shards on the wall behind me. A high-pitched yelp escaped from my lips.
I had more than half the mind to leave right then, until my eyes met those of the person who had thrown the bottle.
"What the hell?" I asked confused at the violent outburst.
"I missed on purpose." Skittery grumbled from about ten feet away from me, seated at the bar with no one else around.
"Skittery? What are you doing?" I asked walking up to him. He looked gruff and furious.
"I never wanted to see you again." He hissed. Rising from his seat, he tried to walk away. As he passed me I yanked on his sleeve. "Don't you ever touch me!" He yelled catching everyone's attention.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I tried hard to ignore the staring drunks that surrounded us.
"It don't matter to you, because I don't matter to you. I never did. You just needed somebody to teach you and buy you some food, whore. So know I'm just one of these pathetic guys who got their hearts broken by whores like you and drink 'til they forget."
A tear escaped from my eye, but I wasn't able to let myself back down. Even if he wasn't going to forgive me, I wouldn't walk away to leave him to screw up the rest of his life.
"You're so stupid!" I screamed. "I'm just some girl you knew for a few weeks. I'm just some girl! I'm not worth throwing your life away over. What the hell are you doing with your life? What happens when you run out of money?"
"Who said I wasn't makin' money? Why are you concerned about money? You want paid or somethin'?" The tears were now flowing down my face which was red with anger.
"Ah! I hate you!" I said, furious that I had ever believed the kind things he had said to me. He lifted his hand to slap me, but when I didn't show fear of being hit he put it back down. "I know you haven't been selling papes and if you're in here this early, you don't have a job either."
"Listen," He said in the most venomous tone imaginable. Leaning over and getting close to my face, he continued, "I don't give a damn about you so don't you come in here and pretend you give a damn about me." Suddenly he pushed me down to the floor.
Getting up quickly, I spit in his face. "I came to apologize for what happened, but you had to be so immature and over-react because you did something stupid almost two months agoand now I don't feel any guilt at all. Just hate." He looked at me with a stony expression. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I screamed and took off running.
I didn't stop running until I got to my bedroom were I sat on my bed and cried. Eventually the anger, hatred and sadness left me and all I felt was empty. I was perfectly empty of all emotion and feeling.
Jason knocked on the looked door and demanded to be let in at some point. I allowed him in. When he saw my tear stained face and sad expression, his face softened and he showed pity, which made me cry all over again. He hugged me and I just sobbed into his shoulder.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Was all I said over and over.
Occasionally he asked what, but knew I wouldn't answer.
I pulled away and wiped my eyes. I sat down on my bed and he sat across from me on the chaise lounge.
"Mary, what happened?" He said concerned and I told him everything from my first day in New York until right then.
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