A novel without title

CHAPTER 1

Scott steps into a bar, looking at the people who is around, wondering what's in their minds. He meets one old friend of his. He looks at him and smiles. His friend offers him a cigarette and a glass of whiskey. Scott stares at the cigarette and sighs. He takes the glass, full of whiskey, and drinks it, feeling how it travels through his throat. An amazing feeling invades his body, feeling alive one more time, remembering the old times.

His body is filled with new amazing feelings. He orders another glass and the waiter hands it to him, he takes it quickly and drinks all the whiskey inside. He sighs, knowing that's not good for his body. But he  doesn't really cares, he just wants to feel this way again... feel full... He drinks another glass... and another... He doesn't want to stop but his head is already hurting... And his mind is going away... He starts to feel dizzy, feeling his knees getting weak... His head is going away. He steps out the bar and tries to walk but falls onto the wet ground. He looks up at the sky and gets up, trying to walk again, wondering where to go... He thinks for a moment, rubbing his eyes.

Finally, he has an idea. He decides to go to the theatre. He starts to walk and arrives there. He looks around and waits outside, lighting a cigarette. He takes a long drag, knowing how much he missed this feeling. He's not the same Scott as always... The alcohol is changing him... He's the real Scott. He's a drunk, vicious and abusive man. He doesn't really know this part of his personality and he doesn't know how dangerous it can be. This part of his personality ruined his life before. He doesn't like to remember those things but the alcohol is forcing him. 

He finishes smoking the cigarette and throws it away. He doesn't really know what to do, so he starts to walk around the city.
He sees another bar which could also be interesting. He walks up to the bar and steps in. He can smell the smoke and some weird odours. He doesn't care about it, so he sits on a free table, looking around, studying every person. He orders a glass of vodka and waits. He can see some few men playing darts. An old son starts to play in the jukebox. The waiter hands him the vodka. He drinks it and smirks, completely drunk. The guys who were playing darts, are dancing now. He decides to dance with them. He stands up and brings the vodka glass with him. He takes a long sip and joins them. He's laughing as he never did, he feels happy but dizzy as well. He stops dancing and goes out of the bar. He throws up. The alcohol is causing him to laugh. He throws up once more, falling onto his knees but he's..
He is still happy. He thinks for a moment. Finally, he decides to walk away the bar. He starts to walk and arrives to a hotel. He steps in and asks for a room. The receptionist gives him a key and leads him to his room. He opens the door and takes off his jacket. He pulls out his shoes and lies down on the bed. He puts his mobile phone on the table. He sighs and looks at the ceiling, he stares at it for a moment. After a while he looks outside. He steps to the balcony and lays his head between his hands, looking at Paris. 

CHAPTER 2

Saturday morning, Scott wakes up. He opens his eyes slowly. He notices that he's not on his bed. He rubs his eyes and gets up, stretching. His head is hurting so much that he decides to have a pill. He looks around. He doesn't know this place. He shrugs, wondering what happened last night. He walks up to the table, he's afraid... He doesn't want to look at his mobile phone but he has to. He sees that Anastasia, his girlfriend, called him 7 times. His head still hurts but he decides to call her. He picks up the phone and presses the call button . While he's calling her, a weird music sounds. She doesn't answer his call. "Probably she's still sleeping" He thinks. He wonders what time is is, so he looks at the clock. It's 11:35 am. He dresses up and runs out the room. He runs down the stairs and gives the key to the woman who gave it to him before. 

Scott leaves the hotel. He doesn't really know where he is but he's still running. Finally, he reaches his house, opens the door and steps in. He throws his  jacket away and lies down on the couch, falling asleep. 

He's still sleeping when Anastasia wakes up. She walks up to the living room and sees him. "Scott" She says quietly. He's stilll sleeping so he doesn't hear her. "Scott!" She shouts. Scott wakes up and turns around lazily. "What?" He says. Anastasia moves to the window, hiding her face on her hands. "Where have you been?" She asks, Scott sits up and looks at her. "I don't remember..." He whispers, looking down at his hands. Anastasia turns around and looks at him with teary eyes. "Scott..:" She whispers. "Have you been with another girl tonight?" Her voice is trembling. Scott shakes his head lightly, sighing. "I would never do that" He says, speaking softly, not wanting to look at her. 

Anastasia nods, looking outside again, admiring how wonderful Paris is. "Sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..." Scott says quietly, his voice almost a whisper. Anastasia walks up to him and sits on the couch, wiping a tear. Scott stands up quickly. "I'll give you time if that's what you need" He nods, frowning. She grabs his arm, pulling him down. "Scott... I need you here" She starts to cry, hiding her face. Scott hugs her tightly , feeling so guilty for making her cry. He buries his face on her hair and starts to cry quietly. "I am so sorry" He sobs. "I am so sorry,  I thought you were going to leave me because what I did was horrible..."

Anastasia looks up at him and smiles slightly, wiping his tears. "I was so upset.... I was going to leave you but then I realized how much I love you..." 

His heart hurts as he hears her words. "She was going to leave me..." He thinks. "I am so sorry" He whispers. Anastasia wipes her tears and smiles. "I love you, Scott" Scott smiles and whispers. "Je t'aime"

CHAPTER 3

Sunday morning, Anastasia opens her eyes. She stirs and looks around the room. She notices that Scott is next to her, sleeping peacefully. His arms are wrapped around her so she can't move. She struggles a bit and her hand reaches over to stroke Scott's cheek.

"It is so soft" she thinks. His beard is starting to grow. "Mh" Scott mumbles, leaning his cheek against her hand, unconciusly drooling. Anastasia laughs softly, wiping his mouth.

"Love" She whispers. Scott opens his eyes lazily and looks down at her.

"Hm, hello there" Scott mumbles, turning his head to kiss her palm. She smiles. "Bonjour" Scott stretches and unwraps his arms. Anastasia stands up and sitrs again, smiling.

"I'll prepare the breakfast today" She winks at him and walks up to the kitchen. It is a cold, winter day. She is cold but she starts to cook some bacon. Meanwhile, Scott is on the bed, hugging the pillow, were Anastasia slept, feeling her scent. "Lovely" He whispers while he loses in her flavour.

After a quite while, Anastasia walks up to him, holding a plate full of bacon and two cups of coffee. Anastasia hands one cup to him, smiling.