The Mysterious Demon Book 2

-Zack-

I had imagined that if I were to ever write something it'd be a blast.

It would probably start with a sex scene, with a hot chick that I would have brought home after an awesome night out, partying as if the world was going to end, dancing and cheering like nothing else mattered.

It would have. If I was still 17 years old and had no aims, no dreams and just wanted to have fun.

Other days would be spent training, shooting at my targets from all angles, knowing that I would never miss. I was the protector of our division, of our leader. I was supposed to be the backbone, the partner, the guy who didn't have to think about shit but was ready to act whenever and I was reliable.

But now, I stand looking down at a rejection email. The fifth one this week, thirtieth this month. There's nothing exciting about this which in itself is a letdown. I thought getting a job would be easy, I thought getting a life would be easy. Except now I just sound like an old man.

Dominic would have given me a job if I asked but she's helped me so much as it is, tutoring me with business, letting me use her books, supporting me mentally when I couldn't go to anyone else, but at this point, I just feel like a burden.

We're not a gang anymore either so my shooting skills are useless and no one really needed protecting. When Jordan and Anna came around asking for us to guard them almost, that was probably the only option I had left and even that I wasn't happy about. At least this way I got to walk outside of their hotel for a few minutes each day, make sure they're okay before heading home. I didn't expect anything drastic to happen though and I'm not sure how involved I want to be for them either.

getting up from my bed to go into the kitchen of Nick, Jason and I's apartment. I wasn't sure who was home and who was out since I had

the fact that I was sat alone when I'm used to the room beaming with people but drinking

had yet to fill, I almost didn't want it anymore. Something repelled me, but thinking it was just the fact that I wasn't used to it since it's been 10 years, I

hand was stopped.

up and Jason had been the one who had stopped me. "You know," He begins, taking the bottle from me, setting it aside and sitting down at the table as well. "I was confident you had gone

as if I was addicted!" I laughed

on the chair and looking up. "We were all aware of it you know? How much you tried to distract yourself with alcohol when

my grin shattered, I didn't think anyone had noticed, didn't think anyone had

he then passed me the bottle. I looked at it confused, hesitantly taking it in my hands and waiting to hear what he wanted me to do with it. Except, when he said, "Empty it,"

"You can do it, you're stronger than this Zack, we all know you are. Besides, you don't need to rely on drinks to get you by, you have us.

I had friends and people I could call my family, people I could trust.

gone from my life forever. It