Previously on Nathan's Journey, Nathan is forced deeper and deeper in a dark hole as the word spreads of George's death further paints Nathan as a monster... And we met CJ, the mirror of what Nathan will be like if he doesn't clear his name... Nathan's only hope is to get to the club... Will he make it? We'll see...
7 hours have passed since that fateful morning, Nathan has stopped around a alley way corner.
"Hah! I think... I lost them." As he pants his face drenched in sweat and dry blood across his vest and jeans, his legs shake. "I can't run anymore..." Nathan thinks as he feels his legs weigh him down like lead.
"Hey, you got a dollar?" A random man laying next to the dumpster says.
"No, I don't have anything, sorry bro." Nathan answers politely.
"You sure about that?" He walks up to Nathan. "Stick em up!!" He pulls out a knife holding towards Nathan.
"Look man, I don't have anything. Please just." He tries to calm down this situation.
"No!! I need money right now!!" As he scratches his right arm. "I need my drugs!!" His voice desperate and full of rage.
"Please, just let me go..." Nathan says calmly.
"You, your Nathan Sanders right? There's a big fat bounty on your head, I can have all the heroin I can ever want!!" He smiles diabolically as he steps closer to Nathan.
"Where did you get these drugs anyway?" He knows New Orleans isn't a place where heroin was sold.
"From that club here in North Shore. I took my first dose and now I can't stop!!" He moves closer and closer , the knife shining in the daylight as the addict moves from the shadows towards Nathan.
"He's also connected to the club... This is so out of control , I need to solve all this before it's too late, but what matters right now, I have to stop this guy before he kills me..." Nathan thinks as he subtly gets ready to attack.
"Now I'll be rich, I can get back into that club and get my fixing!!" His eyes dilate as he is about to stab Nathan.
"Stop!!" Nathan grabs the knife trying to disarm the addict. "Let go!!"
"No, I need my fixing!!" As he begins overpowering Nathan as he trips him. Their battle between who's getting stabbed.
"Please man... Stop!!" As he's struggling to push back as his exhaustion has caught up to him.
"I'll get my fixing!!" He yells as he doesn't hear anything Nathan says.
"I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS!!" As he was able to turn the knife on the addict.
"Ah..."
The knife stabs the Addict in the throat, as the blood spills across Nathan's face, that means his death is on Nathan's hands...
"No... No!! This wasn't supposed to happen!!" As he looks at his hands drenched in blood as he looks at the addict slowly stop breathing. He falls to his knees.
"No..." he sheds a tear. "NO!!" he yells out.
The sun is covered by a dark cloud, the air fills with moisture as the intensity of this moment fills the atmosphere. As the drizzle falls onto Nathan's tearful face.
"I... Have to keep going..."
Nathan pulls himself together the rain Washing the blood off his hands as he walks forward to the club across the street.
"This is it..." He looks up to the bright sign the flickers slowly bring back memories of Last Night.
"Everything was for this..." He remembers CJ's and George's sacrifice.
"Their efforts for me to reach here won't go to waste..." he clenches his fists the rain pouring hard on his head as his hair lays Infront of his eyes.
He takes heavy steps with his wet tired legs.
He steps into the clubs the flashy lights and the loud music surrounds him and disorientated Nathan.
"This place... Just being here brings back horrible memories..." His voice low muffled by the loud music and the people enjoying themselves around him.
"I remember I was like them..." It shows light flashbacks of Last Night as it flashes with the lights.
But before Nathan knows it, people in the club slowly start noticing him.
"Is that..." is the question laying on everyone's lips as they feel unsafe with Nathan walking among them...
Nathan's presence weighs heavily on the atmosphere of the club.
"I think their finally starting to notice me..." He thinks to himself as he walks to the bar.
"I need a drink..." as he hunches over the counter hiding his face with his wet hair.
"You looking rough man. Is everything alright?" The bartender a chill black man , gives Nathan a glass of coke.
Nathan drinks the coke in a single shot.
"I need a whiskey mixed in that coke..."
The bartender slowly pours the drink.
"Make that a double..." says Nathan.
"It was really one of those days huh?" Says the bartender.
"You don't want to know bro..." He's still haunted by everything that's happened in this one day.
"Everything changed in one day." Nathan remarks.
"And not for the better..."
"Man, I get that. It feels like life is hitting you and your not even getting a second to breath, or think. It's constant unrelenting torture." The bartender provides deep insights even though he doesn't know the full story.
"How do you know so much?" As he jugs all the whiskey, he feels his nerves calm but for even a second. "Huh! Give another one bro." He feels a moment of calm as he talks to the bartender.
"Man, I know this a wild situation and your probably thinking "why is this happening to me?" But understand this, God had put us here for a reason. Your going through this for a reason, there's a lesson to teach you, you have to look at this constant rain as water helping you to grow. Don't let the world change who you are, they can't change your narrative as your holding the pen. You decide what happens next. So..."
"What do YOU want to do next?" Asks the Bartender as he stares into Nathan's eyes.
"Well..."
To be continued!!