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Chapter 6

❃𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 6❃

"𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓍 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜, 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉."

― 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇

❃ ゜゜・。。・⊰❀⊱・ 。。・゜゜❃

Later that same night, Becca had managed to get herself invited to a party at a house with Greek letters, that most of the residents had no claim to know, proudly displayed on the front. Inside said building, the smell of weed and booze was enough to get one drunk simply from breathing in the air. The walls were lined with a plethora of people doing a plethora of things. 

And amidst all this chaos, Becca finally felt at peace; she hadn't felt this way since the last party. In all of the noise and all of the haze-inducing ambience, there was no room in her brain to contemplate anything but the next high. 

She was quick to discard her familiar group in favour of getting lost in a crowd of strangers. Cindy reassured Randy's worried look with a promise that this wasn't unusual and that Becca was usually alright before doing the same, having spotted the snack table. 

Despite Cindy's words, Randy wasn't about to just leave her be, and so he set out to navigate the tumultuous throng of people in search of a familiar mane of hair. It wasn't a particularly difficult task given that she hadn't wandered too far and was positioned between a couple, talking and laughing with the two. Randy didn't recognise the commonplace features of a frat boy and a sorority girl. To him, they looked like every other person infesting this place. But he did recognise the look in both of their eyes when they gazed at Becca, one he couldn't abide, especially considering he was highly doubtful that in her red, plastic cup it was water. 

With all the suaveness he could muster—very little, that is—he approached the three. He interrupted their conversation and gently pulled Becca away, saying, "Sorry to bother you, but can I just borrow Becca? Yes? Thank you."

Becca slightly stumbled behind him at his unrelentingly quick pace, which guided her out into the open air. She found that in that moment, she despised him. Loathed him for ruining the buzz that she'd felt, for plucking her from cloud nine and bringing her back down to the misery that was reality. Detested him that he could extract such extreme feelings from her and yet, in that moment, couldn't manage to call up euphoria to help her escape. This man could make her feel all sorts of things, but never the right emotions, never the right time. 

It was a sad irony that just as his hand clasped around her wrist so gently and forcefully, that so too did the cold grasp of murderous memories not allow her to walk alone. Her every step was not her own; every thought was guided by the past. And now, the one moment she had felt so untouchable, that same reminder had plunged her back down into the icy waters of the despair of clarity. 

When they finally reached a place that was sparse for people, a place ideal for a homicidal maniac to kill them, not that Randy paid that any heed, he stopped and whipped around to face her. 

"This better be important; I was having fun." She could already feel the onslaught of memories charging back at her brain now that she had nothing but the very centre of those ghosts to focus on. She needed to get back to nothing. Fast. 

"Becca, they were only looking for one thing, and I don't know how many drinks you've had, but surely too many for you to be around them." In frustration, Randy ran a hand through his very short hair, not having any effect on it whatsoever.