Chapter 77 I can't live without her

Chapter seventy-seven
Dave
I walk to my car and take my phone. I daily Michael's number while driving off to his place.
He picks up immediately, "Hi Dave," he says lively.
"Are you in the office?"
"Yes."
"Alright, I will be there soon," I say and hang up.
I drive faster to Mercury light. If there's anyone that can help me find Jones, then it should be him. He's closer to her.
Damn! I'm so scared. My heart hurt so much. I don't want to lose Jones, I don't even want to.
I drive into the parking lot and switch off the engine of the car. I get out and shut the door.
I went inside and take the elevator to Michael's office.
I knock on the door slightly, "It's Dave."
"Come in!" Michael says. I open the door and walk-in. He stares up at me for a while. He gets up and moves nearer, "Is something wrong?".
I sigh, "Jones and I broke up."
" What!" Michael screams out in agony, " What happened?"
I sigh and walk to the chair. I take my seat and feel so hot. I've been walking up and down since morning that I haven't been able to take something in.
I feel so hungry and thirsty. I look up at Michael, "I've not taken anything since morning. I'm starving and I'm hungry."
Michael studies me for a while. I believe he thinks I'm playing. But no, that wasn't what he thought. He whirls around and goes to his desk. He picks up some keys, "Did you bring your car?"
I nod slowly, I feel so tired and weak already. I feel so fed up with everything anyways. About Jones, about my Dad. In fact, about my very self.
"Let's ride in your car then."
I raise a brow, "Where are we going to?"
He smiles, " I will drive."
He pulls to a stop in front of a popular restaurant. It's the top two of the most famous restaurant around here. Mine is the third.
I don't even want to think about anything that's mine for now. Michael still understands me. He knows how I feel about things and what to do to calm me down.
We walk into the VIP hall.
We made an order and they came back with it. We ordered champagne too.
I stare hard at the fries chips. I don't even know if I'm supposed to eat or not. But well, I feel so hungry that I can die if care isn't taken.
I delve into the food, eating it as if am out to win an award for the fastest eater. I don't just know what's wrong with me. I don't want to think.
"You are not feeling well," Michael's voice broke through the void I'm suspended in. I look up at him slowly, " You don't feel good and you don't act so also," he says and starts eating.
Everything suddenly came in again. Jones and dad.
Just how could dad be so wicked. I stop eating and look away, "Do you think I and Jones aren't compatible?"
" I think you are more than compatible," he says and continues to eat.
I stare up at him now, " I remember it when Cynthia told me my father threatened her. When I confronted him about it, he doubted it."
Michael looks up at me now.
I sigh, " Jones told me we aren't compatible. She asked me what I would do if it was really my father that instigated her. I didn't even know what to say. So, I said nothing. Then I realized I was the one that sent her away. If I had given her a suitable answer. She might have been able to tell me all about it."
I take the glass of champagne and gush it all down in more shots. Jones gave me clues. She gave me what I needed to know but I chose to ignore it.
I didn't want to accept the fact that my dad could have been involved with Jones' kidnapping case. I know I threatened to tell the world about him but I know I wouldn't be able to.
I don't love my father but I can't bear to find him in that kind of thing. We are popular. Three months later, we will still be the talk of the town. I don't want that. I don't!
I pour in another champagne and drink in all at once.
Michael is looking at me and watching me.
When I take the third shot, Michael holds my hand, stopping me, "will you stop all this?"
I look at him now, "I can't. I need to drink to forget it all. I just can't handle so many pain."
I jerk off Michael's hand and pour in another.
"What will you do after you become sober?"
I drink the alcohol in one shot, " I will just drink more wine, I think," I say and pour in more wine.
" Where's Jones?"
I pour in more wines, " If I know, I wouldn't be here! Gosh! I don't believe my father threatened Jones to leave me. Now, she left me and I'm acting like a fool," Michael is no more eating. His hands were under his chins and he was watching me with those sharp eyes.
"I don't know why I have to keep up with all this!" I scream in annoyance, " I have to keep up with a wicked father who doesn't want me to be with the person I love."
" You are drunk Dave," Michael tells me.
I know I'm not. I still feel the same. I'm supposed to feel drunk, I'm supposed to have a clear mind.
If I'm drunk, why then am I still thinking about it all?
Why am I still in so much pain! Why can't I even get drunk?
Gosh, I feel so many pain.
I take the champagne and pour the alcohol directly into my mouth without using the cup.
I need to get drunk, I seriously need to.
I will find a way out by tomorrow. I just need to drink today. Let me get drunk.