Here I Go Again On My Own;;Gina;;3

a month in a half later


A month in a half goes by and I'm a trainwreck. I haven't slept, I'm surpringsly eating, and I'm crying every chance I get. And to top it off, I've been getting drunk like there is no tomorrow. Oh, what a break up with Jonathan Toews can do to you. Patrick Kane is at my house, trying to drag me to Brent's annual summer BBQ. It's amazing when you break up with someone their friends still invite you places.


"Gina, you need to get out of this damn house," Patrick tells me.
"I look like a train wreck," I tell him while teezing my hair.
"If you ask me you look like a hot trainwreck now will you please come?"
"Why should I go somewhere that doesn't want me?"
"Please, you are wanted. Troy wants you there, Brain does, Stephanie, Brent, Duncan, you're sister wants you there, I want you there, Nik and Christina want you there, Sharpie wants you there, come on the whole team except for Jon but we don't need to worry about him now do we?"
"I'll come for an hour, okay?"
"Party pooper."
"Hey, it's better than me not coming at all."


I follow him in my Jeep to Brent's house. I walk into the back yard and get hugs from everyone. No sign of Jonathan. I walk over to Christina and give her a hug as Nik pats my back. "Assfuck isn't here yet," Nik tells me as I nodd my head. "I'll kill him later and hit did you drive here drunk?"


"No."
"Gina, I smell alcohol on your breath, don't drink the rest of the night," Nik tells me.
"Okay dad," I say, rolling my eyes and lighting a ciggerette.
"Great, your smoking now too."


Isn't it amazing, the things you start doing when someone breaks up with you?


I exhale the tabacco from my lips and tap the ciggerette. I was definatly changing. I knew the next thing on my list of drastic things I'd be doing soon was my hair, something so drastic Ally would kill me. I turn my head and drop the ciggerette as I see the blonde walk in hand in hand with Johnny. 


Alba.


He had the fucken balls to bring fucken Alba Lewis with him. I felt Patrick Sharps wife Annabelle pull me into a hug as she tells me to turn away and not to look at her. Was she on fucken drugs? Of course I was going to stare him down. I was going to stare her down. I wanted to slit her throat for taking what was mine away from me just like someone taking candy from a baby. 


I walk into the house and into Brent's kitchen. I put my hands on the ledge. She wasn't in my pressence, she wasn't in the same room as me, holding his hand. This was all a dream, Jonathan and I were still dating, we were happy, Alba wasn't in our lives anymore. "Gina, are you okay?" I look up and Stephanie walks in. I shake my head. I couldn't lie to her, she'd knew if I were lying to her. "Brent told him not to bring her...clearly, that didn't phase him..." 


Stephanie stops talking as Jonathan walks in. I don't look at him, I'm so upset right now. I grab my car keys, I couldn't be here anymore. "Gina, you can't runaway from him or her," Stephanie whispers as she grabs my arm while Jon just watches. I shake her off and walk past Jonathan without saying anything until I come face to face with Alba. "Gina," she sneers.


"Alba," I roll my eyes.
"Why are you here?"
"I have my reasons, now move."


I push Alba out of the way and speed home. I storm in, grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and wash it down. I grab another bottle and stumble my way to the bathroom were I lay by the toilet. I then throw my guts up while in tears. I flush the toilet but drink some more as I feel the pain of my heart breaking go away. I'm numb, completely numb. I throw up some more but then fall over, with the bottle close to my hands. It was going to be a long night, just me and my new best friend, Jack Daniels. I woke up and threw up some more, stumbled my way to the kitchen, grabbed more alcohol, and brought it to the bathroom. I drank myself to sleep tonight, I drank away the pain, and luckily, I wasn't dead yet. I was in a war with the demons ragging inside of me, and damn, I was winning this war.




This was the start to the war of my life.


I was now own my own...again.