She had ambitions that soared beyond the cage of her upbringing. Her dreams were simple yet profound: to find true love, chase her dream career, and break free from the shackles of her life. Yet, the day arrived when the cold hand of fate forced her...
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♬ Escapism - RAYE
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I've never really liked vodka.
Other drinks were fine, I enjoyed them even, never had a problem.
Vodka however, is too strong, makes you drunk within fucking minutes, and gives you the worst hangover to exist.
But that was exactly what I needed tonight, a pure wipe of logical thoughts, an escape from reality, I'd deal with it all the next day. Because tonight I was gonna drown my mind in alcohol.
So here I am, at a bar, drinking my fifth shot of vodka.
"What got you into vodka, I thought you hated it?" Emory's question comes up from beside me as I pour the liquid down my throat.
A stinging in my hands returns, I ignore it.
"I like it now." I smile, turning my head to her. I haven't told her about the whole situation I'm in, but there's nothing to tell anyways.
For all she knows, we had a fight and talked it out.
"You've been acting off these past days, what's up?" She puts her margarita down, cocking her head while her navy eyes meet mine.
Like I said, I'm not planning to think about anything tonight.
"Let's talk about you," I tap my finger on her chest, "And Roman." I grin, I haven't seen Roman lately so I couldn't ask him about them and Emory was out of town.
I down another shot as she narrows her eyes me before deciding to speak, "Oh, shut up. We're just friendly."
"Uh-huh." I say, not sounding convinced.
I clear my throat before signaling for the bartender to come over, "five more," I say before turning back to my dear friend. The music starts pounding in my head and my hand tightens around the now empty glass.
"Are you planning on killing yourself tonight?" She nudges me, pretty blue eyes.
I murmur something thats even inaudible to me before the bartender puts down five vodka shots. I down one, and then the second one, and I'm halfway through the third one when a hand pulls it away from me.
"Why?" I groan, reaching for the glass as she pulls it back. She narrows her eyes again before drinking my vodka, I gape at her.
"That's horrible." I murmur, "You horrible, horrible person." I mourn the loss of my drink, not acknowledging the two I still have.
"Hey." A manly voice comes up from next to me and it takes me a good five seconds to turn my head at look at him.
Blonde hair, brown eyes, slight freckles; Not Caden.
"Back off." Emory immediately seethes, it's like an auto-fire.
"Relax, I just wanna get to know this beautiful girl." He scoffs, turning his full attention to me which makes me wanna slap him for some reason.
