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12) Pain
POV: Adrian
Word Count: 297
"I don't fucking care! I need my kick, and I need it NOW" I growled. It was the day after my breakup with Rose, and I was in pain. How could she do that to me? Actually, I already knew she was going to do that me. Better question: Why didn't I stop her before she could do that to me? She ruined me…she ruined me for good.
"But Lord Ivashkov, you're drunk...like really drunk. If you drink anymore, you could get liver poisoning!" reasoned the bartender…like I care.
"Good, I'll get liver poisoning, get admitted into a hospital. If I die, I won't have to deal with this life!"
"ADRIAN IVASHKOV! DO YOU WANT ME TO KICK YOUR ASS?" said a voice I knew all to well, but was trying to forget. She grabbed my hand and dragged me out the bar.
"What do you want Rose?" I slurred.
"Adrian, I'm sorry! I never meant for you to get hurt. If I knew how much you would be hurting I would never have dated you that long! I'm sorry for what I said and what I did. Just please, if not for me than for your mom, please stop drinking! She needs you. Lissa needs you. Everyone else needs you…I need you," she said, whispering by the end. I understood what she was saying. This is the reason why I couldn't do anything. I wasted myself after I got hurt by someone instead of getting right back up.
"I'm sorry. You're right, Little Dhampir. I get what you did and why. I forgive you," I whispered.
She hugged me and I hugged her back, some of my pain gone. I would always carry some of that pain, but it would always be covered up with happiness.