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Sunset has always been in love with books, although after the death of her mother, she has stopped believing in happy endings. When she starts working in a library located at the basement of Stard...
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Toilet Bottoms, Closed Books, and The Epitome of Rock Bottoms.
My knee bones melt as Lukah pulls me away from the scene. He hoists me up, maneuvering my arm around his shoulder while draping his arm on my waist.
"Come here," he commands, my feet dragging.
"Damn it." He pulls me up by my elbows.
"Sunshine, you okay?" Josh asks, confused by Lukah's reaction.
"Asshole," I curse him as my head falls on the arch of Lukah's neck.
"Come on, dude. Join the party. We're just having fun!" Jace claims, his hands up in defense.
Lukah mumbles something under his breath, but he ignores them all. His hands are busy holding me, I guess.
Suffocating, that's what this place feels like. People press against our sides, fronts, and backs, as they pass by us—I forgot how crowded this place was. We can barely walk. Lukah's grasp tightens around me, my t-shirt buckling up as he continues to pull us through the crowd.
"Sunset. Stay awake, please," he grunts, his warm breath crashing against my ear.
My stomach is in knots and I feel bile climbing dangerously up my throat.
Bile climbs dangerously up my throat. "Um- I-- I, n- need a bathroom," I choke and fight back the vomit. I suddenly remember that I took the sertraline before getting in here, and I have drunk so much and now I am realizing that I don't know what I have been drinking or smoking. What if it has side effects?
Lukah speeds up as much as the crowd allows him to.
"I may need a doctor," I whine when the dizziness intensifies.
What have I done?
This is not numbness. This is not what I asked for.
I want to swallow but I can't. My tongue is paralyzed. "Please," my hand clutches a fistful of his black t-shirt and my eyes squeeze shut when I feel the uneasiness in my stomach.
"Why?"
Why? Is he asking me why? Why what?
"What did you take?"
Oh! He is asking me what, not why.
"Just lots of alcohol, I think, and...a joint and umm-" My eyes roll up as the dizziness takes over, my eyelids feathering close.
"Sunset!"
I jolt back to awareness.
"Open, keep your eyes open for me, baby, please," he urges me.
I try. I tried to keep them open. It's just so hard. I just couldn't.
My butt hits a hard surface making me open my eyes again. Lukah has managed to get us in a bathroom.
