The Mysterious Demon Book 2 novel Chapter 22

-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.

I sighed, deleting the email and 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 stayed in my room all day and now it was 4 pm and it felt like the whole house was empty. I guess that was the perfect opportunity for a drink.

I took out a shot glass and some vodka before sitting at the dining table. It suddenly felt uncomfortable though. Not just the fact that I was sat alone when I'm used to the room beaming with people but drinking as a whole. When I was younger, I wouldn't have hesitated, never liked the taste but whoever drank for that? The buzz is what I loved about it.

But now, looking down at my glass that I 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 screwed off the lid and was about to pour.

But my hand was stopped.

I looked 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 sober after your ten-year hiatus."

I scoffed a little, covering my tired state with a grin, "You say that as if I was addicted!" I laughed but he didn't join me in it.