Hey Guys! Well here it is. The next chapter. It's all Jasper really, but there's a shit load of references to Alice. Lots of innter-fucked up-turmoil in this chapter that poor Jasper is dealing with. It's a bit calm in this chapter but not for long. So enjoy your sanity while you still can!

Enjoy! :P

C H A P T E R T W O ||| T H E A D D I C T A N D T H E A D D I C T I O N


Jasper stood in front of the doors to his freedom. He had been locked away for a year now, for loving the only person who mattered in his world. The only person he would gladly give his life up for, and practically did. He was locked away for being capable of love.

You would think now, that he would bolt through those doors and never look back, but that wasn't the case. Jasper was afraid. But, of what? Was it because he hadn't seen or spoken to Alice for a year? Was it because he didn't know if she was still waiting for him or had moved on? Was it because he worried that people would take one look at him and just know. Know that he was convicted of statutory rape and locked away from society for his actions? Or, was it because he felt lost now? So much had changed. Or was it all of that wrapped up in one little cluster-fuck? Who knew? But, either way Jasper was just unable to force himself to leave his confines for the past year.

"Hey, punk! Are planning on moving back in now?" A guard called out to him.

Jasper glanced at him and sighed. With a final nod, to know one in particular, Jasper pushed the door open and stepped outside.

The prison sat by a crossroad, right next to a busy highway. It was always torture for Jasper to hear and sometimes see the cars zooming by him as if he didn't exist, while others continued to live there lives as his lay in pieces. Jasper froze, as he stood at the end of the block. He looked around him and breathed in the open, fresh air.

"Yes!" Jasper breathed in to himself as a smile creped up on him. Mother fucking freedom.

Jasper had no where to go. He looked around him, but nothing came to mind. So, when in doubt, as always, drink.. Jasper began to walked straight a head of him. He had been walking for over an hour before, he finally found a bar, granted it looked more like a fucking shack, but as long as it had some strong whiskey for him, all was good.

He walked in and took a seat at the bar. The bartender looked at him and Jasper muttered, "strongest whiskey ya got."

The bartender nodded as he turned around to get him his drink. Jasper gazed around at the few fellows around him. A few looked like low-lifes, but some others just looked like a couple of blue-collared guys getting a drink after a long day at work.

Silently, the bartender sat Jasper's drink down. Jasper grabbed it and downed the whole thing in one gulp. "Another." Jasper said as he put the glass down.

The bartender refilled it for him and turned around to watch the game on the T.V.

Jasper took another gulp of his drink and reached into his pocket to pull out the one picture he possessed. He stared at her image and looked deep into the expression in her eyes. The picture was one that their friend, ????, had taken of them. Jasper was holding Alice in his arms as she practically lay in his lap. They were sitting on the curb, right outside ???'s house. Alice was staring out into the abyss with a dazed look on his face. While, Jasper held a Miller in his left hand, he had his other arms wrapped around Alice's waist. Jasper's chin was resting on Alice's shoulder. Even from the picture, you could see Jasper looking lovingly at Alice like she was all that mattered in this fucked up world. Jasper continued to stare at the picture. Just looking at an image of her made him feel more relaxed.

"So, what's your name, baby?" A woman said as she sat in the seat next to Jasper. She had been drinking, but wasn't drunk just yet, almost.

Jasper never glanced at her as he responded, "Not interested."

The girl laughed. "Sure you aren't. My name's Maria." She said as she lightly rested her hand on his arm.

Jasper looked at her for a moment with blank and expressionless eyes. "Maria. Trust me, you're wasting your time." He said softly to her, almost sympathetic. He could tell she was looking to make some money.

Maria continued to look at him, but finally with a sigh left. As she walked away, Jasper could hear her mumble, "Fucking bastard."

Maria didn't look half bad, but she was nothing like his Alice.

Alice was very petite and full of so much energy, he was sure one day soon she would combust. Her brown hair was choppily cut around her neck, leaving her with messy, short hair that somehow looked nice and rather sweet on her. She had big brown eyes that always captured his attention.

As Jasper thought more and more of Alice, he began to miss her more and more. Finally, Jasper had to push away all memory of her for the time being or else. Thinking of Alice, without having Alice was too painful.

In his frustration, Jasper slapped down a ten and left the bar. He continued walking a short distance until he reached a motel. In his shitty, little room Jasper lay on his bed, staring at the moldy ceiling.

When had life gone so wrong? Jasper had never been the perfect kid in many ways and he was never exactly on the best track for life, but still. He never expected to be this fucked up. His parents had always expected the best of him. Which was probably why he was so anal about many things. They put a lot of pressure on him to be the best of the motherfucking best. When he was little all it ever meant to him was to please his parents, she strived constantly for their approval. But then high school happened and Jasper was awakened to a new kind of way, a way of rebellion.

In this time, he discovered drugs. The power they possessed amazed him. These little tiny substances were more powerful that his parents could ever hope to be. Although, the need for everything to be just right was still engraved in Jasper, he no longer lived for his parents approval. He had better things to do.

Somewhere down memory lane Jasper had fallen asleep. But now he was abruptly woken up as he heard a gunshot. Two more loud bangs rang through his ears, hitting his skull. Jasper shot out of bed to the window. He split the curtains and peeked outside. Instantly, he saw a man standing over another man. The man standing had a gun hanging from him limp hand. The man below him was curled on the ground. He had blood pouring out of him from his shirt and there were two wounds on his left leg. The standing man didn't even bother to look around to see if anyone had notice; which of course they fucking did. It looked like he simply said a few words to the bleeding man and then calmly walked away. Jasper watched as the man bled to death and yet nothing moved him to go down and help the man, nothing pushed him to do the to have some compassion for the poor guy. The world is fucked. It's a cold cruel world, it was for him and now so was it for that guy. Fair is fair.

Jasper closed the curtains and turned back to his bed. He grabbed the remote and landed back on the bed. He turned the T.V. and began to mindlessly flip through the channels. After going through the select twenty five channels the motel provided, Jasper settled on a somewhat okay cowboy movie.

The bed was very lumpy and causing his back to ache. Their was a table to his left with a half filled glass of water next to the lamp. The bathroom was to his right. It was small and cramped, but doable. And, best of all it was his space, all his for the time being, no one else's.

He began to drift asleep as he watched the movie, his eyes closing every once in awhile. They were stinging as they begged for rest. He lost control and within the hour fell asleep.

His dreams were ever-changing. At first, it was a nightmare. He was back in prison eating his moldy lunch in the yard. The noise was poisoning his ears. People were screaming, yelling, cursing, whispering, whimpering, talking, and everything else in between all mixed together. Perfectly normal, until one voice shattered and silenced them all.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! Fuck you!" A big man yelled at another.

Jasper recognized him as Laurent. Everyone was always fooled by his name when they first hear of it. They assumed he was a fruit, nothing but pest, something to play with, and fuck around with if necessary. But, they were wrong. He was nothing of the sort. Laurent was quite strong and well built. He looks as if he only knows how to use brute force. But, once again assumptions were wrong. Brute force wasn't below him, but he preferred more a more skilled way. He was a skilled marksman. He could do things with guns few could imagine. But his skills with guns was nothing compared to his skills, passion, and favor for knives of all kinds. His destruction was near artwork. But, Jasper being Jasper did not judge him like others. So he did not feel quite as fooled when he met the true Laurent. And, to top it off, Laurent was determined to live. He had a four year old son waiting for him to come home. And, Laurent was determined to be there for him. If anyone threatened him, consciously or unconsciously, he destroyed them, eliminated the threat before it could manifest and become serious.

The guy he was currently cursing at was for one, dead, or at least about to be. He was a new guy, named Alex or Aaron or some shit. He was a cocky, little fuck. Thought that in one week he own this shitty joint. As mother fucking if! Bitches didn't just walk in her and start running shit. Jasper know the punk needed to learn his lesson, but learning it from Laurent…. Well his life expectancy just became a hell of a lot shorter.

"Well then come on. Let's do this, bitch?" Was this guy for real. This was reality not some shoot em' up, knuckle head, fucking Hollywood show biz movie. The puck has his arms spread out, wide open, beckoning the guy. So fucking original.

Laurent wasn't amused. He stared at the guy with a blank face for a moment and then stepped forward toward his latest victim. So fucked.

Laurent moved with impeccable speed as he grabbed the guy around the neck with one hand and with his other smashed his fist into the guy's face over and over again. He swung him around and shoved him down on the ground. Jasper heard the guy's body as it slammed against the concrete. Oh yeah, some ribs definitely just broke. Laurent strode over to a friend of his, who slipped him a short and blunt knife, more like a shiv. Of course, nobody went to help the new guy. For on thing, he was the new guy. Nobody had any alliances with him. And for another, this was fucking Laurent he messed with. Nobody wanted any alliances with him now. Laurent calmly walked back to the near life-less body. The guy groaned and lightly grabbed his head with his right hand. You could see him trying to get back up, but it was no use, his body was fucking broken. Laurent stood over him. He pulled back his leg and kicked the guy in the gut. His victim groaned and curled furthermore in a fetal position. Laurent picked him up by the scuff of his collar and drag him onto his feet, although Laurent had to hold up most of his own weight, because the guy was barely conscious. In one swift move Laurent sliced open his throat and dropped him to the ground as blood poured out of him.

Throughout this while time, people had been cheering and chanting. But, suddenly screams broke out as guards came rushing forward ready to beat the shit out of everyone and anyone. Jasper scrambled to get out of the way as the riot began. Guards against prisoners. The never ending war, where the odds were in no one's favor. As Jasper ran, he bumped into a guard and fell to the ground hitting his head. As he looked up, the guard was swinging his arm back, preparing to beat Jasper with his baton. The fear Jasper felt coursed through his veins and hit him like a bullet from a 45. His heart was about to break through his chest as it pumped blood rapidly. He was on fire was fear.

Suddenly, the cinerary changed. It morphed into another, completely different situation. Jasper was holding Alice as they watched a movie together. It looked like Rock n' Rolla. He felt so content now as he could feel how real she really was. Her head was resting in the crook of his neck. She was watching the movie as Jasper silently gazed at their intertwined hands. They truly did belong together. They fit each other and helped make one another whole again. Alice needed someone to protect her and Jasper needed someone to protect. Alice was truly a light in Jasper's darkness. Although, she had her own darkness to cloud it over. But when she was with Jasper it all just faded away. He was her tunnel that put her light in perspective. The light at the end of the tunnel.

Within seconds though, his vision began to blur. A feeling of loss and despair clouded over him. No, he needed to see her again. Feel her to know she was still there for him. He no longer craved it, after so long now, he needed it like no other. He was an addict and she was his addiction. But he did not feel like the victim. He felt so blessed to have the chance to get so hooked on her. To have his existence depend on her existence, and her existence alone. But now she was fading away.

Jasper jolted awake screaming. "Alice! No!"

His screams turned to hash sobs and gasps for air and then to whimpers.

"Come back." He nearly whined softly with a shaky breath.

The addict needed his hit.


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