Alex's POV

That bitch. She has no fucking right to take my dogs. They don't even belong to her, they never have.

I need a drink, and I need it now.

I looked up from the ground to see a man walking by me.

"Exscuse me. Where is the closest bar?" I asked him.

"Two blocks down on the left."

"Thanks." I said as a started running to the bar.

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Everything was so blurry. I hopped bar after bar it was insane. I couldn't even walk. I can even remember how much alcohol I consumed.

I sat down on the side of the curb, and pulled my Iphone out of my pocket.

I quickly dialed a random number.

Hopefully I called Blake, I thought.

"Hello?" A girl answered sounding groggy.

"Who is this?" I slurred.

It was silent for a minute. "Oh my God! Alex! It's me, Blake."

"Blake, hey baby." People were walking by me looking like I was a nut.

"Alex, where are you?!"

"Somewhere downtown Philly last time I checked."

"Okay, well, Stay there I'm coming with Zack and Rian."

"Sure thang, hotlips." He giggled as he hung up the phone.

I sat there watching all the pretty lights go by. I really am going to regret this.

I put my head in my hands and started crying.

I shouldn't have done this. Blake is going to hate me now.

I layed down on the side of the curb, my body shaking with sobs.

Everything suddenly went black.

Then I was gone.