chapter five. nothing good starts in a getaway car.
Willa Lane had never particularly been fond of clubs. She realizes this as she's surrounded by the egregious amount of people crushed up against her.
And now she's lost sight of Augustine, who admittedly, probably snuck off with Max for the first time since their (second) break up. She hates to think of her best friend as unreliable and a flake but it's not entirely far from the truth.
The music is too loud and her ears have started to ring, she can barely hear herself think and for a second, she contemplates asking the sketchy guy in the corner of the club if he had anything that would give her the same high that cocaine once gave her.
But she was better now. Nothing was worth going back to the emotional support center, right?
She can't lie that she's still craving that quick fix.
But she doesn't seek it out. It was different this time. She wanted to prove to Augustine that she could stay clean; after all, it was drugs that caused her breakdown the last time.
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But like all good stories, it starts with a getaway car.
Willa swiftly maneuvers through the crowds of people, reminding herself to breathe with each caress of each person. She hates being touched; she hates it even more when a dodgy guy touches her shoulder and she physically recoils.
Its not until the cool air hits her skin that she knows she's free from the overwhelming feeling of being in a club.
She walks down the street, her heels clicking against the pavement, her arms wrapped around herself. Its not cold, at least, she's grateful it isn't; but she's in an unfamiliar place and she has nowhere to turn to.
And now that she thinks about it, Augustine has her phone too, the only thing she can be grateful for is that she has her keycard in her bra, unfortunately, her go to hiding spot for everything.
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