CHAPTER 1

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~Lucy's pov~

I step inside Sally's bar, feeling empty. There are about 10 people in the bar. I sit down on a bar stool and look around, tears forming in my eyes as I look at a bottle of whisky, remembering how Chris used to drink when he was mad. I sniffle and hold my tears back, signaling the bartender for shots.

I can't believe I was so absent. What's wrong with me? I'm just abandoning my boyfriend? Ex boyfriend... right. The shots arrive, and the bartender with a name tag that says 'Simon' places them on the bar. I pick one up and down it in my throat. I look down at my oddly black outfit, a black dress that sits right above my knees with black fishnets that cover my thighs and brown reddish boots. Chris would say I look terrible like this, I haven't even shaven my arms. What's wrong with me?

I down another shot, feeling the tequila run down my throat drowns the thoughts I'm sure I deserve.

My phone rings. I pick it up and answer

"Hello?"

"Boot, you didn't finish the paperwork. You left me with half or yours!" Tim says angrily over the phone

"Oh... yeah... sorry sir.... I just didn't have time. I had to -" I try to explain, but Tim cuts me off

"I dont care about the shit you had to do boot! I just care if you did your damn job! Get back to the station and finish it!" He says angrily and hangs up, leaving me scared and on the edge of my seat. I put the phone back in my purse and down another shot before getting up, a little shaken from the alcohol now in my system

What's wrong with me? Why the fuck did I do that? He's going to be so mad at me for a good reason. Why couldn't I do my damn job?

I walk out of the bar, and to my car, opening the driver's door and getting in. I buckle my seat belt and turn on the engine. Waiting for a moment to debate if I'm drunk or not, nothing will happen, I didn't drink much

I start driving towards the station

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