I don't how I spend the days, weeks without her being here. It almost felt impossible but i'm doing this all for her sake. I never imagined a day would come when I'd have to leave her behind, but if that's what it takes for her to be safe, i'll do it.

Yet, I find myself unable to resist the urge to watch her from a distance. Most nights, I make my way to her house. I stand outside her window, observing her while she sleeps. Sometimes, luck is on my side, and she faces the window. but it's never enough for me, it never was.

I never kept my old pets alive, they always ended up dead by my hands, but somehow I didn't want her to end up like the rest. I don't know what to call this feeling but it is eating me alive, killing me slowly.

Her not being with me was only making me more raging, more anxious and more paranoid. I don't know how many whores i've killed, ripping their hearts out like the way she did to mine. The number of victims is beyond my counting now and I only blame her; Lisa.

I don't know how long I can handle this, but there was this idea of me breaking into her house again, kidnapping her once again if she's not willing to come back with me. But i'd wash it off every time i think about hurting her.

I let out a sight, I wonder what she is doing now?

••Lisa.P.O.V••

I wondered what he is doing as I grabbed the last garbage on the floor and put it onto the bag. probably racing with his car in the same place we've met, and finding a new passenger to spend the night with, or maybe he had gotten himself a new "pet" now that I was no longer his.

I take a look around my house, it was now a bit clean and more like a house instead of a garage dump. the wall are still broken but I'm no builder, so I suppose I'll just have to leave them be. But i still feel empty, not even tidying up could dispel thoughts of him.

Ugh I need to do something else, something that actually makes me stop thinking, maybe like going out? or staying home and cry myself to sleep? because I know once I lay down in that bed, the tears would automatically fall down my face.

damn it, even thinking about it both makes me sick to my stomach but I rather go out and drink till I overdoes instead of crying again.

I think it's time to break out of my shell and go somewhere. It's been weeks since i've seen a human being other than myself, that's funny but not funny at the same time.

I shook my head, trying to reassure myself that this is a good choice, then I undressed. As I headed to the bathroom, I turned on the shower. Even the simple act of showering brings back memories of him. The way he used to kiss my wounds and scars, the time when he kiss me in the shower, water streaming down our faces.

Yeah definitely fuck this. I got out after I was done with shower, brushing my teeth before making my way back to my room.

It was now nearly 10 pm, I had spent the whole day for cleaning the house. With a deep sigh, I opened my closet. After what seemed like ages, I settled on a black skirt paired with a matching black shirt, along with black leggings and a black leather coat. I completed the ensemble with black high boots. No mood for colors, just black.

Makeup wasn't on my mind, but I added a touch of mascara to my eyes to brighten up my pale face. I left my long hair down, embracing its natural look.

"I think i'm done" I mumbled to myself as I started at my reflection on the mirror. I was staring to question myself again from the decision I made but I quickly shook them off by grabbing the keys and finally getting out of the house.

I reached the street by walking through the dark and quiet alley. I waited a few minutes for a taxi to arrive. I opened the door seat and let myself in, "どこに行きたい？" The man said and I titled my head in confusion, "I—I don't speak Japanese," I spoke.

"Oh-I am sorry, where you go?" He managed to say.

"Take me to the Biggest Bar in Tokyo,"

•••

I gazed at the building right before my eyes, I already could hear the heavy music from inside. My heart raced by the thought of me going to a such a place alone. Ria was always the one taking me to bars or clubs and most of the times I would end up alone since she would disappear with a new boy toy. So i suppose there's no difference here.

My heart raced as I approached the door, there was a security guard who held the door open for me and I stepped in. Walking up the long stairs, I finally reached where the loud music was coming from. it was a bit dark but I could still see with the dim colorful lights. There was also a hallway at the end of the place, which I guessed to be some rooms for after drinking and nasty things. Or maybe even like the whore house we once went with Tom, or should I say I was forced to go.

I looked around nervously, feeling as if eyes were on me. But I let in a deep breath and held my head up, walking into the crowd.

There were people dancing on the beat, and some were seated on some tables around, staring directly in my eyes without any expression in their faces.

It creeped me out a bit but I quickly made my through the crowd, walking straight towards the bar. That's what I actually came for, alcohol. I sat there for a few moments before the bar tender approached me, "What would you like to order?" He asked, smiling as he was pouring down a drink into a glass.

He had dark brown hair, dark green eyes and a stubble. He looked quiet handsome but not in a way to actually impress me.

"I'll have ten shots of vodka," I replied, trying to gave an smile.

His eyes got wide, "Ten?...Tough night huh?" He grinned before handing over a glass to a man beside me.

I nodded in response,"Then ten would be," He added and I watched as he pulled out a bottle.

"What's your name, darling?" he inquired. The word "darling" sent shivers across my body, Tom was the only one who used it. "Darling," I murmured softly to myself. "I'm Lisa," I responded with a forced smile, fighting back tears.

"I'm Frank," he said, setting the shots on the table. "Consider these drinks on me, Lisa," he added with a wink.

"um--Well, thank you,"

"No worries!" he replied before turning to another customer. Yet, I sensed he would steal a glance at me every few seconds. I found it a bit suspicious, but I shrugged it off before downing the shots, one by one. The taste burned from my tongue to my throat but... well, who really cares?

My body was warming up, my head feeling a bit heavy, but I still craved more. "Hey... um, Frank?"

"Yes, dear?" He swiftly turned toward me.

"I need... more," I managed to say.

"Wouldn't that be a bit much, my dear?" He smirked as he poured another drink for me.

"Why do you care?" I rolled my eyes before staring at his hands, he was so gentle and calm with making my drink.

"Why wouldn't I?" He shook his head, and I chuckled slightly before taking the glass from his hand. I stole my gaze from him and just as I was about to take sip, my eyes abruptly froze in the crowd. My heart plummeted as I spotted a breaded black hair, making its way towards the hallway full of rooms.

I stood up quickly, now feeling my heart racing in my throat. Is that... Tom? I asked myself, but I didn't get a chance to see his face.

I set the glass on the table and pushed my way through the crowd, but it was too late. He had already disappeared into a room, and I missed seeing his face. I desperately wanted it to be him, to catch a glimpse of him one more time. I needed it.

I was headed in the same direction, knowing which room that person had entered. But just as I was about to reach the hallway, just as I was about to break free from the crowd, a hand suddenly gripped my arm.

I turned in panic, only to see Bill... Bill??

"Lisa?" he exclaimed.

"B-Bill?!" I stammered. I didn't know how to react or what to say.

"What are you doing here?!?" He asked, concern and a bit anxious.

"uh...I-I" I struggled to speak, not knowing what I'm actually doing here, not knowing what to say actually...

"Where's Ria?!" I blurted out finally after staring into his soul for a brief of moments.

"Home..." He said, taking me a bit closer to him, then dragging me back to the way I came.

"Wait!" I spoke up, and he turned his head to look at me. I hesitated at first, unsure if I should ask, but the words came out on their own, "Where is Tom?"

His gaze went on the hallway for a moment and right back at me again, "H-He's home too,"

"You're lyinggg," I whined, but the music was so loud that it was barely audible.

"What?" He asked, trying to catch what I said over the noise.

"Are you drunk?!" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Don't!...Answer my question!" I insisted.

"I already told you," He said, dragging me again, "Here, sit here and i'll get you a taxi so you can go home," He added, pointing at the bar table where I was seated minutes ago.

"No!" I pushed my arm out of his grip. "I'm staying."

"You're going home," he countered.

"But—"

He interrupted me by lifting his hand, stepping back as he pulled out his phone, attempting to make a call.

He turned around, his back now facing me, "Come on....Pick up!" He said but I heard it even with the loud music.

I took the chance while he was distracted and made my way back to the crowd, this time going faster, trying to find the hallway where I saw that person.

I'm sure it was him, bill was lying i just knew. I could feel his presence in here and my guts never lie to me.

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