Ship Me Off [Completed]

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: Confidence Boost From A Bottle Of Alcohol

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: Confidence Boost From A Bottle Of Alcohol

So say goodnight

Our first goodbye

I've only got forever

and forever is fine

Adorabelle Morra's P.O.V.

I'm leaving.

I have always hated hearing that.

I'm leaving.

First it was Travis then Jared, then Stephen. Why do I feel like I have the special ability to make people leave? I should have been born with a neon sign flashing on my head saying 'hey you're going to leave me one day, don't get attached or anything.'

That could have been more convenient and easy. But in as much as I wanted to feel the surging pain from the fact the Stephen would be leaving, I frustratingly just felt numb. There was a bomb waiting to explode. It was like a calm before the storm. Anxiety was washing over me. I wouldn't know if he would come back.

But he promised me that he will. The only thing that worried me was Jonathan. He couldn't possibly force Stephen to go, right?

"Ey," Freddie called me out, cutting me off from my train of thought. We were by the river's edge, sitting in a log, doing the usual secret drinking session. Except that Jared wasn't here.

I was a hundred percent sure Freddie missed Jared. He just doesn't want to admit it.

Fortunately though, Jared left a year supply of alcohol for Freddie. He sure knows how to spoil him.

"What's been bothering you?" Freddie asked.

"Can you be totally honest with me, Freddie?" I turned to face him.

"It depends on the question," he remarked.

"What are old people afraid of?" I asked curiously. I didn't know why I had to ask, but I needed to know. Partly it was because of Jonathan. He couldn't be much different from the rest, right?

"Are you calling me old?" Freddie questioned.

"Experienced," I corrected.

He chugged down the bottle of alcohol before he spoke. "Nothing is worse than dying alone."

I stayed silent, realizing what Freddie just said. Was that it? Was Jonathan afraid to die alone? Was that the reason why he wanted to bring Stephen back to Hamburg?

As far as I remember, almost everyone hated Jonathan. Even his own family loathed him.  He had no one except Stephen. Too bad Stephen hated him too.

But then I remembered the only person in the face of the planet who didn't hate Jonathan -- Jared.

At that moment, I wished he didn't leave. He could have told me what he saw in Jonathan. He was probably the only one who had seen the kindness that Jonathan had, if he had any. But I was pretty sure Jared knew and saw something in Jonathan that was probably worth saving.

There was no doubt that Jonathan was cruel, but someone shouldn't be that blessed to be that completely evil. I was pretty sure there was something in that cold callous heart of his and I was going to find out.

Without warning, I grabbed the bottle away from Freddie and chugged down the alcohol.

"You shouldn't be drinking that, young lady," Freddie warned.

"Well, I need a little bit of confidence boost to talk to the scariest man on earth."

~*~

If I was in the right mind, I wouldn't have drunk that bottle of alcohol. If I was in the right mind, I wouldn't be standing here in the door waiting for Jonathan to answer. If I was in the right mind, I wouldn't have banged my fist on the wooden door and impatiently waited for anyone to answer.