Jacob limbed through the door, attracting some gazes which he felt disgusted by. He didn't like those people giving him those gazes… why should they pity him? Who the fuck were they to him?
His friends had all deserted him… His family didn't want to see him anymore and… the one person he had given his heart and soul to wouldn't even recognize my existence anymore.
All because of that fat guy.
Jacob snorted and covered his face with his hood and went to the bar.
"Give me a bottle of whiskey." Saying that he sat over a seat.
"One whiskey bottle cuming right up." The bartender said while sliding the opened cap of the bottle.
"Now that I look at it again," The bartender continued, "You really got punched hard in the face, din't cha?"
Jacob clutched the bottle hard, "What the fuck does that got to do with you!"
The bartender's face turned a bit dark, "Just trying to make conversation. Seems like whoever did that must have been right in doing so."
"YOU!"
