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Chapter 58 | Now your mess is only yours

The world around me has turned into a blur of lights and laughter, everything hazy and soft-edged as I sway to the pulsing beat. I am drunk - drunker than I've ever been before - and I fucking love it.

The pain, the fear, all the tension I've been carrying in my chest has melted away, replaced by a warm, buzzing numbness. For once, I don't care about Demetrios or the twisted mess of emotions he tangled me in. For once, I can breathe. I am free from it all.

Ana and I still dance together, our bodies moving in sync, grinding against each other as the lights sparkle around us. The music throbs through my veins, filling every part of me with its infectious rhythm. We laugh, our voices mixing with the pounding bass, and everything seems so funny, everything seems so distant. Again, I fucking love it.

Nothing hurts, nothing can touch me in this moment. I'm not that scared, timid girl anymore. I am bold and it feels exhilarating.

"I'm gonna get us another round!" Ana pulls away, shouting way over the loud music. She rubs her throat, pouting. "Thirsty!"

I laugh as I watch her go, her figure weaving through the crowd with a grin plastered on her face. Left alone, I keep moving, the music guiding my every step, my every sway.

Then I feel the familiar dread. Turning around I immediately see him, Vasily, sliding up beside me, his presence like a cold, slimy shadow creeping over my skin. He disgusts me, but in my current state, I don't feel the usual fear that comes with his proximity. Instead, I feel invincible, almost invulnerable.

Umm, fuck off? And take your ugly ass away forever?

His eyes rake over me and his lip curl in that familiar sneer. "You think you're untouchable, huh?" His voice is low, a venomous growl in my ear.

I cringe. "Mister hold the fuck up." I say, taking a step back. "Keep yo goddamn distance, can't you see I'm dancing?"

Omg, to live around such idiots... is he blind or something?

His black eyes narrow at me, slight shock in them, but I don't bother, still swaying my body. Ugh, but it irriates me that I can't do it as good as before. Hello? Crowded with you here. Fuck off.

"You're fucking drunk. Oh, you fucked up, little whore." He spits.

"Sue me." I say with a grin, sticking my tongue out at him.

"You're gonna get what's coming to you, and I'll be the one to give it to you. Remember that." He threatens.

Huh, I've never noticed how quickly his face flares up. He'd suck at poker that is for sure.

"You don't play much poker, huh?" I wonder, tilting my head as I assess his features.

"Shut up whore." He snarls, hands balling into fists.

"Wooops, struck the nerve, yeah? Don't ya worry everyone gets a win eventually." I giggle, holding over my chest from laughing so hard. Goddamn I'm funny today.

He steps closer again. "You think you can fucking play around like this? Talk to me like that? I'll teach you what it means to be scared." His black eyes bore into mine and I try, really, really try to keep a straight face, but it's no use. I burst in laughter again.

"Sorry hahahha, sorry. But your face is fucking hilarious."

"Oh, I'll make sure to wear a different one when I fuck your cunt." His words should have sent chills down my spine, but all I can do is laugh - a sharp, mocking sound that surprises even me.

Why am I scared of this cunt again? He seems like a coward. Not to mention a stupid coward.

I tilt my head, staring at him with a smirk that feels kind of foreign on my lips. "It's cute. You think you're so scary," I shake my head. "But mister, I've seen scary, and you ain't got your cousin's smile," my voice is dripping with sarcasm as I scoff at his pathetic apperance. "Now, fuck off please. I'm trying to dance here."