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keep your eyes open (Pt 1) (tw)

I saw this story of taylor and travis in a club in vegas once, so I thought I do my own version / take!

Triggers warning! this oneshot has some fighting and mentions of drugs / drugs in general. please dont read if those trigger you in any way! 

my dms are open to talk if anyone needs it!!

now on with the story!

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Taylors POV:

"I'll only be gone for a bit, Travis. Just hanging out with Blake for a while, that's all!" I whined, my voice tinged with annoyance.

He was always scared for my safety, which I was grateful for, but sometimes I needed to have fun.

Travis sighed, his expression betraying a mix of annoyance and concern.

"Fine, but if you need me, I'll be right here with Pat, okay?"

With a quick nod, I turned and hurried toward Blake, a sense of excitement bubbling within me. Our laughter filled the air like the carefree chatter of schoolgirls on a summer day.

But as the night wore on, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of regret. What if I had stayed with Travis instead? Perhaps then, the chain of events that unfolded later might have been avoided. But by then, it was too late to turn back the hands of time and rewrite the course of the evening.

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Everything felt like it was spinning out of control, a whirlwind of confusion and disorientation engulfing me in its relentless grasp. It was as if the fabric of time had unraveled, leaving me stranded in a haze of uncertainty and doubt. I clutched onto the drink in my hand like a lifeline, desperate for some semblance of stability in this chaotic storm.

My search for Blake felt like navigating through a dense fog, her presence elusive yet urgent. The weight of my body felt burdensome, each step a struggle against the relentless pull of gravity. How many drinks had I consumed? The memory seemed to slip through my fingers like grains of sand, leaving me grasping at fragments of recollection.

Two drinks. Yes, that sounded about right. But had there been more? Doubt gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, casting shadows of uncertainty over my already muddled thoughts. I took a tentative sip from my glass, the liquid burning as it slid down my throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste in its wake.

My gaze scanned the crowded club in search of familiar faces - Travis, Blake, anyone who could anchor me to reality. But the pulsating lights and throbbing bass only served to exacerbate the disorientation, blurring the lines between illusion and reality.

Finally, I found a refuge in the form of a nearby couch, my limbs heavy with exhaustion as I lowered myself onto its inviting cushions. But even as I sank into its embrace, a sense of foreboding crept over me like a shadow in the night. Tree would have my head if she saw the headlines tomorrow, another scandal to add to the ever-growing list.

A stranger appeared beside me, his presence ominous and foreboding. His hands held offerings of temptation - bags of weed and white powder, symbols of a darker world lurking beneath the surface. His grin was unsettling, a predatory gleam in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a Vegas club all alone?" he purred, his voice dripping with malice as he inched closer, his intentions unmistakable.