Page 9 of Hollow Heart

Forget what we did?

I turn away, running into Jinger, who looks just as forlorn as I feel.

Our eyes meet, and I feel like I might literally die if I don’t leave this seventh circle of hell.

“Felix...”

“Not now, Jinger,” I bite. Her tone is full of sympathy, but I don’t want her sympathy.

I don’t want anyone’s.

The world around me blurs as I drain my drink, slamming it back down on the bar.

Jinger grabs me and I throw her off.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I hiss.

Her eyes widen, and she falters. I know she’s been slamming them back, too.

“What’s your problem?” she nips, as a crowd forms around us.

Flashing lights tell me they’re filming, taking pictures.

I know I should care, but I don’t.

I don’t care about anything anymore.

Because no one cares aboutme.

And maybe that’s why I throw all my fucking sanity out the window.

Maybe that’s why I climb on top of the bar, crunching glass with my boots, stumbling for balance.

I scream his name from the top of my lungs,

When Sully hears me, he turns, his face going slowly from shock to horror.

“Fuck you and your whores, Sully. They’ll never be me.”

My cock twitches and I don’t hesitate to take it out, palming it for good measure.

“Suck my dick, asshole.”

The flashing lights blind me, and I stumble back farther.

Right off the fucking bar into strong, solid arms.

“I got him, Lou.”

Pain shoots through me as the world fades into hollers, clicking cameras, and a blinding voice that sounds all too familiar.

“Christ, Felix, you really did it this time, didn’t you?”

I grunt in response. “Fuck you, Lou, you don’t understand.”

The unknown voice chuckles darkly, but I don’t recognize it, though it sounds faintly familiar.

“Come on, Felix, it’s time to go home,” the deep voice rumbles.

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