Later in the evening, I heard a knock on my door. Knowing it was Ashley, I ignored and closed my eyes. The knocking continued and I knew I couldn't sleep anymore. "Lemme the fuck alone" I say to the door. I hear a sigh and I heard her slide down the door. 

"Are you actually mad at me for stripping? It was a joke dammit. Well I'm done apologizing. Get your ass up now, you have work in 30". 

I hear her stand up and I hear the doorbell ring. I get up from my bed ready to go into the shower when I hear something shatter outside and open the door not caring that I'm in only boxers.

I see that guy from the bar last night standing at the door with Ash frozen at the door with broken glass cup between them. I smile when I see a bandage on his nose. I look down at his hand and I see him holding a big card that read, 'Take me back Ashley. I love you' I walk up to the door and slam the door in his face. 

She falls to the floor and I kneel beside her. "You broke a cup because you saw him?" I ask but she doesn't reply. "Ash C'mon, don't cry. He's not worth it" I say trying to console her. I stroke my thumb on her face to wipe off the tears.

"Here's a secret, any guy who makes his woman cry is fucking wretched and that's an example of one of them" I say and she smiles. I exhale. At least for now she's okay. I stared at her lips for a few seconds and back to her eyes. I'm not sure she unconsciously did it, but she slightly bit her lip softly. I brought my thumb and released her teeth from her bottom lip.

"You shouldn't be doing that", I said.

"Doing what?" she asks back. What the hell. She couldn't not know what she's was doing.

"Doing this", I said releasing her lips again.

 "Why?" she asked. 

Christ.

 I knew the kind of girl she was and that meant she wasn't clueless. But I answered her anyway. "Cause it fucking drives me nuts" I say before pulling her towards me and leaning down. She closed her eyes and parted her lips waiting for me to kiss her. I sigh and peck her forehead instead. 

When I pulled away, I saw the disappointment in her eyes. "Why do you always do that?" she asks and I hate my response but I don't want to get attached to her through one meaningless kiss.

Plus, he's going to come for her too.

And I can't let that happen.

So I choose my answer carefully.

"I don't want to have anything intimate with you. I can't do that to you". I stand up and begin to walk to my room. She stood up after me, rushed in front of me, went on her tip toes and smashed her lips against mine. I didn't hold back. Didn't think. I grabbed her waist and let my head dip to make her comfortable with the kiss. 

I took charge, the kiss was never slow, it was fervent, fast like we'd always wanted this. I slammed her against the wall holding the back of her head so she could meet up with how hard I kissed her. I began to kiss her neck down and she breathed heavily against my neck. Her fingers gripped tightly on the strands of my hair.

I loved it when my women did that. God. My bulge was pressed hard against her belly and she reached a hand between us going down my abs to feel me. "Fuck. Zack" she moaned my name before I kissed her again. My tongue skimmed her lips before began to nibble on her bottom lip, my favorite part of her mouth. She let out tiny gasps when my palms snaked up her skirt.

My alarm went off.

You know when they say, saved by the clock. That was the kind of situation I was in and honestly I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to have her even if it was for the rest of today only. 

"Shit" we both say at the same time. "I have to go to work", I say resting my forehead on hers as she tried to even out her breaths. I watched her swollen lips part and close slowly. 

No.

I went into my room, took a quick shower. After 10 minutes, I was done and a few minutes later I was ready to go.

It should never have happened.

I got out to see the bastard over Ashley against the wall that we were at 15 minutes ago. Either they were kissing or he had kissed her or was about to. She wasn't protesting either way.

Just fucking wow.

"I'll be back sometime tomorrow afternoon. I'll be at Isaiah's". I announce walking towards the door. Ashley walked up to me before I could leave the house. "It's not what you think Zack-" she starts but I cut her off. "It's fine Ash. I don't really care. I was just helping you calm down cause you were crying. I did you a favor. Get back to what you were doing"

"But-"

"Drop it" I say before walking out. I take my bike and ride to the bar.

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Why did I kiss her?

Oh yeah she's got a nice body

Fuck that, you're just being stupid right now

For her sake and yours...Remain as roommates

And fucking control yourself... no strings attached

Another girl can't get hurt. At least not her.

I thought to myself as I slammed my 5th cup down. "Drinking on duty again" I heard Gay say behind me. 

"Fuck off, Gay".

"Gay? That's quite offensive to someone who might be gay". The voice becomes clearer and I immediately know who it is without turning around. Anger builds up in me as I turn and stare at him dead in the eyes.

He's the man I hate with all my heart, soul, energy, and might, everything.

He's the one who took away the one person I loved and cherished the most in the world

He's the one who makes me remember everything from the good, the bad and to the irrelevant.

He's probably also out to kill me.

He's my step – fucking - dad.

"Remember me?" he said leaning on the table and loosening his tie. "Course you do". He pauses.

"Nothing like 'hey dad. It's been 2 years since I last saw you'". Another pause. I said nothing because I didn't want to create a scene. At least not here.

How did he find me? 

"Nothing? Oh... I thought you would have changed".

"Well you thought wrong. Now get the fuck out of this bar. And mind you, don't you ever call yourself my father because you fucking aren't. Never was and never will be". I spat. 

"Well right now,"- he said showing me his ring - "I'm your dad" he says leaning towards me even more.

"The one dad I had, you killed", I growled and he chuckled. "I see. You still remember. Do you remember how I pulled the trigger and blew his head off?" my eyes widened at his statement.

"Or the time when he knelt down to beg for his life and yours and I still -" I punch him. I don't even let him finish his statement because I knew exactly what he wanted to say. It hurt too much to think about it. I couldn't forget. He scarred me with this memory that it haunted me for 5 years. The memory of his death came into my vision. That was all I could see. It was like the whole room changed into the room I was in 5 years ago.

"Dad?" I called out quietly as I walked into the house through the back door. His car was out front so I sneaked in through the back. The whole house was dark and I knew something was wrong. There's light in the living room though. I hear a loud crash of something heavy falling on the floor. I ran quickly out of the kitchen and stopped short when I see someone in black over my dad throwing punches and kicking my dad. 

His grunts filled the room even as he rolled to his side and locked eyes with me. "Dad!" I screamed when I saw the state of his face. His face was battered, highly unrecognizable. His eyes were swollen and he had blood seeping out of his nose which looked broken, he had a busted lip and his face was very bloody.

I want to run up to my father but my legs can't seem to move. I watch as the man in black looks at me and he smiles when I glare at him. "Oh, I see the son came to join the party".

I don't know what came over me, I ran, jumped and punched him in the face really hard. He pushes me away from him and slaps me so hard I fall on the floor right next to my dad, who tries to hold my hand in his bloody palm. I taste the disgusting metallic taste in my mouth.

"You or your son", the man says shifting the barrel of the gun from me to my father. My father starts to murmur but the man cuts him off. "Beg me", the man says. My father clasped his palms together as he pleads. "Get on your knees!" he yelled and my father struggles to obey. When he finally does he croaks out with a very tight voice.

"Ryan, your problem is with me. Leave my family out of this". I see my father broken for the first time. He's crying and I can't help it. I begin to cry as well. He points the gun at my dad and smiles. "Either way you both die"

BAM!

"NO!!!"

I was already down on my knees crying. I held my head tight in my hands. If only I had done something. He wouldn't be dead. Jumped in maybe. Took the bullet for him. This was crazy. This memory lives with me. In me. Drives my sanity away. I didn't want to remember. 

Hands held me from behind and I shudder. 

"Don't worry. He's gone now" I heard Lucas's voice echo. I opened my eyes and looked over the counter. I saw everyone in the bar staring at me and the drama that was just displayed. They saw me in my vulnerable state. "I need to take a break", I tell him as he helps me stand up. "Take the night off", I raise an eyebrow. 

"I'm fine... really." I tried to sound convincing.

"I know but I want to close the bar anyways" I nod and go into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror. I fight the urge to punch the mirror. I rinse my face off. I chilled in there for a minute or two trying to clear out my head. 

When I got out, the bar was literally empty. But there was this table packed with bottles. I walked to it to clear it out when I saw a note from Lucas on it. "You need this. On the house. Though it's fun to see you like this. Going for a quick fuck. Call me when you're done".

 I smiled then sat down to drink. 

I couldn't help but get lost in it.

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