tom
I wasn't in control of myself.
My brain kept saying, "Stop it! You still need to drive home!" while my throat was saying, "Burns . . . So good . . . Need more."
After maybe eight drinks, my world started to get dizzy, and my thoughts slurred.
I was drunk. No going back now.
I slam the glass on the table, and pay. I leave the bar, a drunken grin cast upon my face. Fumbling with my keys, I enter the car, and turn it on.
Almost forgot to shut the door.
Slamming it shut, I realize I have to go on a highway to get to Jordan's.
No.
I sigh, and start driving.
-timeskip-
As I was nearing the highway, I spotted a cop.
I was speeding.
The electronic speed thing says that I was going over the speed limit. Sirens blared and flashed behind me.
I pull over, and the cop comes up to the window.
"Do you happen to know how fast you were going?" he asks.
"Uh . . . no." I lie.
"Sir, you do realize you're slurring, right?"
I curse under my breath. "No."
The cop sent a glare towards me. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."
I hesitantly do as told.
-timeskip-
The jail door was slammed shut.
They found drugs (which weren't even mine), I was speeding, and I had a DUI.
I wasn't getting out of this one easily.
erin
I was told Ton was in jail.
Why?
How?
He called me. He told me everything.
What a shame.
Because I'm not bailing him out of this one.
you all are going to kill me for the next part...
whiiich is going to be an epilogue.
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yin yang // thesyndicateproject / tom cassel au
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