there was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
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Terry Richmond
Flashback
mix of laughter, music, and the gentle clinking of glasses. Pretty women adorned the bar, their conversations weaving harmoniously with the upbeat hip-hop music playing.
Another round!" I yelled over the music. My friends cheered, raising their glasses high as the bartender filled their orders, pouring drinks that sloshed over their rims.
The atmosphere was electric, wrapped in camaraderie.
In a moment of unsteadiness, I accidentally elbowed my drink into a stranger nearby.
The air was like a rogue wave, splashing beer all over the stranger's crisp white shirt.
It was something that happened in slow motion. And I watched frozen in a mix of shock and amusement as the liquid dripped down the stranger...
Tall, angular, with jet-black hair slicked back, and his expression went from surprise to cold fury in an instant.
Glaring at me, he wiped futilely at his now-drenched shirt. "What's your problem, buddy?" his voice low, but menacing enough to silence the laughter around them.
"Just trying to spread joy, my guy! Look at you, so serious!" I laughed heartily but my laughter hung in the air awkwardly, hidden by brewing tension...
Before anyone could intervene, the stranger shoved me back, sending me stumbling into the bar. Cheers erupted among the man's friends, encouraging me to retaliate. It was a massive mistake—one that blotted out the good spirits, igniting the volatile atmosphere.
Fueled by the booze coursing through my veins, without a second thought I swung back, my fist leaning against the man's jaw.
As the bar transformed into a battleground. Chairs clattered, drinks tipped over, and the laughter turned to gasps and shouts. I was emboldened by adrenaline and the cheers of my friends, focused solely on the fight. The stranger countered with startling delivering a gut punch that sent me crashing to the ground.
Glass scattered across the floor like the remnants of their shattered night. I braced myself against the bar.
Pushing up through my hazy determination, only to realize my nose was bleeding. Warm red droplets dripped down my chin, mingling with the remnants of spilled cocktails.
Enough! Get out! Both of you!" the bartender shouted, motioning for the bouncers.
Final shove, me and my boys slipped out of view. I found myself getting yanked toward the entrance by my friends, who barely contain their laughter despite their concern.
