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Chapter 14 - Kirsten

warning: this chapter needs to be rewritten. I'll work on it and as soon as I repost it, I'll let you know.

                                                              14.

                                                        ●•Kirsten•●

It wasn't a good week for Tyler to get hurt at all. That was the worst week of the year, indeed. Each year he found a new way to screw things up, and he never failed to surprise me. Last year he'd almost set a whole club on fire, and the year before that, he'd almost killed one of his best friends. He just gets so drunk to forget that painful day so many years ago he doesn't even care about anyone else. Not that I really care, I'm pretty used to that already, but I fear for him. He just has no idea of how much pain he can bring to himself, besides the huge pain he already feels inside. This time he got it, he made it worse for himself; he'd broken a few bones and he couldn't even go out with his friends to keep his mind busy. But I couldn't play the role of babysitter this time, 'cause I had to work if he still wanted to watch his soccer games on TV every Sunday.

Besides, that was the week when he was the rudest to me, and though I felt sorry for him, I couldn't bear being around my boyfriend. Not only with actions, but he was also aggressive with words, and that pissed me off. Not to mention the fact that Tyler truly hated me when he saw that pity look on my eyes. He'd rather not to have me or anyone to make him some company than having someone around whom he could look at and see his past on its eyes. And I quite understood him, but I just couldn't avoid getting on my nerves when he acted like a jerk. That's basically why I was at the club right now, putting the glasses over the bar as well as the tray and waiting for Caitlyn to fulfill the empty recipient with alcohol again.

Zach had agreed to spend tonight with Ty at the hospital, and he also assured me he'd find a way to bring some other friends as well, and keep my moody boyfriend busy for that night. It was Friday already, so the club would be crowded and there would be enough 'costumers' to keep me busy at the point I wouldn't be able to think about how Tyler might be for too long.

"Stop, Kirs. I'm serious. You know there's a lot of work today, and you're too high. Earth calling, we need you." Caitlyn patted my shoulder and pushed the tray further, the glasses already full again. With a wink and while drying her hands on the small cloth between them, she added "Tyler is a grown up, he'll be fine."

Though I knew it wasn't exactly that way, I couldn't ignore the fact that they needed me. All the guys at the club were already taken by the beverages, lust and the rhythm of the dancing bodies around (and on top of) them, moving according to the deafening music playing at the background. Their wishes had to be yelled to be heard, and I wasn't on the mood for that place tonight; my head was about to explode and I could still feel the stitches on the back of it, throbbing at each beat of the music. How could an injury hurt so badly at times?

Squeezing between all the naughty hands and annoying smirks, I put the glasses on their respective tables and walked back to the bar, looking at the note next to the other tray fuelled with more and more alcohol. Table 15. And then table 20, then 2, and so on. The whole night would be like that; that tiresome routine from walking back and forth, snapping at the curious looks and bad flirts, until they finally gave up, which seemed to be impossible as they got drunker each sec.

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"Kirs!" I heard Caitlyn's voice before actually feeling the rough touch of her hand on my elbow. I quickly bent down to place a beer on the other side of the table, straightening myself right after and turning around to face her.