?Karmic ending?

Arthur's POV

'That's it. Don't call me, don't text me, don't come to my house, don't even think about me. I'm done with you'

Call her. Text her. Think about her.

That's the last thing I--

Fucking hell I'm doing it again. For the life of me I couldn't.

My days didn't really feel like they began without tormenting her. She was brand new.

All while she screamed in my face about how mental I was all I could think of what she looked like under her outfit.

Those lips that moved to form unclean words really did tip me over the edge.

It wasn't my fault.

Glancing at the coffee and half eaten sandwhich I flicked the burning blunt away.

Staring at my burned finger I let out a breath and closed my eyes.

Scratching at my head frenziedly my eyes flickered over to my phone.

Don't.

Despite my subconscious screaming at me not to, I did.

Using the app to locate her I watched the screen for a few minutes, contemplating.

She doesn't want to see you. You almost killed her.

Her fault.

She ran into me and fucked with my head. I wouldn't be this way. Wouldn't have known she existed if she hadn't ran into my life.

I'll see her whenever I bloody well please.

Shooting up from my seat I almost tipped over. I sat back down and rubbed furiously at my head.

My hands trembled and my stomach growled.

Reaching over for the sandwich I practically swallowed the while thing, barely chewing.

After a few minutes of gathering enough strength I got up and took a pill for the raging headache and showered.

Driving around aimlessly I checked my phone for the hundredth time. A text popped up.

Unknown: sorry boss. We can't tonight.

Plan C then.

Parking right into someone else's parking space I smirked as I backed up into the motorcycle.

I blasted the music in my car and laid back, waiting.

It didn't take long as a drunken man staggered out of the bar and towards my car.

His disheveled attire and reddened face only made me smirk at his fury.

He started shouting but I couldn't hear him over the music.

Two other men came out behind him.

He raised his bottle and smashed it against the hood of my car.

Turning the music off I adjusted the vest under my clothes for good measure. I grabbed the bat and opened the door, slipping out to see the angry man approaching me.

"Get on your scrawny knees and beg me for mercy." He seethed.

"How about no" I titled my head to the side.

"Cocky pretty boy talking big in my territory. Wrecking my shit like your the king. Huh huh!" He yelled and kid you not he started knocking his chest like he was King Kong.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

The men behind me drew pistols.

I raised my hands.

"Nah let's do it the old school way. Three against one" the man lunged forward for my bat but I manged to side step him and knocked him over the head.

He collapsed to the ground.

The other men charged at me and started swinging. One grabbed at my hair and yanked.

Ah fucking hell.

"Ah"  I faked a moan.

They stared at me as if I was losing my mind.

I knocked my head against his and he staggered back. The other knocked me to the floor and started stepping on me mercilessly.

He didn't give me a second to make a move.  Not long after the other joined and I coughed as my head collided with the ground a few times.

These dudes were built like towers.

Their heels dug into me as I groaned.

My vision started to blur when one of them drew a knife. Mid movement they stopped as sirens sounded in the distance.

"Lucky motherfucker" one of them muttered before spitting at me and running off with his friend.

Turning on my side I spat out blood and inched up on my elbow.

Groaning I clutched at my side and bit my lip, drawing more blood as I fought through the blinding pain.

Getting up I opened the door and rolled inside.

Looking at there leader that they left, I backed into the motor cycle so it crashed into the ground and drove off with a grin.

~~

Leaning my head against the cold steel I mumbled a familiar lullaby under my breath as I sipped on a glass of whiskey.

I glanced up at the sky. My chest closed up.

This is so painful but I can't help it. I have to. I need to...

The stars seemed so small as they scattered the sky. Sparkling so brightly. So beautiful.

The stars were like the scars and mistakes I've made.

My imperfections.

Associating myself to the sky seemed almost disrespectful and wrong. But the grueling pain that squeezed at my chest seemed like punishment enough.

My phone rang and I looked to see it was Alison.

I smiled, she always knew when to make an appearance.

"Hey"

"Called to see if I'm high?"

"Arthur...

"Be honest."

"No...okay maybe, but I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Guess what I want right now?"

"To get head, to fuck, get high, drunk. I've heard it all. I know what you actually want"

"No"

"Yes. You want me with you. It's okay my gummy bear. I'll always be here"

I tapped my ring clad fingers against the rim of the glass.

"And the award goes to..."

"Tell me what's wrong? What is it this time? How can I help?"

A few moments passed. I tugged the jacket towards my chest as the cold breeze knocked against my face, sweeping my hair to the side.

The paralyzing thought made my eyes close, my lips moved to form the words.

"You can't"