Trauma Bond

Chapter Two: A Night Out

You and Sasha arrived at the new nightclub after a 10 minute drive. You were slightly shaking because you were nervous, but you knew this was good for you to have some girl time with Sasha and get your mind off of your current situation. 

You and Sasha stepped out of her car, where she ran and grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the entrance, where you were greeted with 2 large men who were guarding the entrance. You both pulled out your IDs, flashing them to the guards, where they let you pass through. Sasha pulled you over to the bar and ordered your favorite drink for you, while she ordered herself a margarita and some nachos. You giggled, knowing that she couldn't pass up ordering food. 

The drinks and food were brought out less than 5 minutes later, where you slowly sipped on your drink, while Sasha scarfed up her food and drank her margarita like it was juice. You wanted to keep up with her, so you started drinking a bit faster. When you finished your drink, you realized that you hadn't eaten in a while and the drink was made strong, causing you to feel the effects of alcohol quicker than usual. 

"Come on (Y/N), dance with me!" Sasha pulled your arm over to the dance floor, where many other people were drunkenly swaying their bodies to the beat of the music. You decided to let loose a bit, dancing with Sasha and enjoying your night. You both decided to go back to the bar and have a few more drinks before returning back to the dance floor.

 After your last drink, you decided to go to the bathroom. You went to an empty stall and sat down on the toilet to relieve your aching bladder from all the drinks you had. You decided to check your phone to see 3 missed calls and 4 text messages, all from your mom.

(9:23pm) Mom: You left Brad? Why? I thought he was good for you.

(9:25pm) Mom: You need to talk to him. He's been calling me, wondering where you're at. He's worried sick.

(9:30pm) Mom: Answer me, (Y/N). His calls aren't going through, you need to talk to him and fix whatever is going on. 

(9:33pm) What has gotten into you? You're being ridiculous. I can't believe you. I didn't raise you to act like this. Stop ignoring everyone and fix the damage you've caused. You're so ungrateful. 

You sighed heavily, you should have known that Brad would drag your mom into this mess. Your mom absolutely adored him.

You finished using the restroom, wiping yourself and standing up, flushing the toilet. 

 The effects of the alcohol turned your mood sour as you reread all the messages that your mom sent you.

You stood next to the closed door of your stall and began to rethink your decision in your haze as tears made their way to your eyes. Before you knew it, you were quietly sobbing. After a few long minutes, you heard the door to the restroom open and someone walking in, causing you to hide the fact that you were crying. 

You couldn't completely mask it, letting out a few hiccups and sniffles. Suddenly, you heard light knocks on your stall and a soft, sweet sounding voice on the other side of the stall. 

"Excuse me, are you okay? I heard you crying." 

You felt embarrassed and took a long, shaky breath in, opening the bathroom stall. You saw a beautiful, friendly-looking face in front of you. Her soft grey eyes looked at you with concern. Her short black hair framed her face perfectly, while her outfit fit snug against her perfect figure. 

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you," you finally muttered, avoiding eye contact. She continued looking at you with concern, knowing you weren't actually okay. She brought you over to the sink, where she silently helped you fix your makeup and freshen up.