Chapter 2

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   September 13, 1981

   I leaned against the wall while taking a huge gulp of Jack Daniels, shaking my head vigorously as it roughly went down my throat.  I was at some lame party thrown by someone I didn't even know. Everyone was grinding on eachother while the music blasted through the tiny apartment.

   There was  hardly any room to breathe in here. Ha, bad day to wear all leather. I took on final drink from the bottle then set it down where the rest of the empty liquor bottles were then all of a sudden, felt someone feeling up my back.

   "Hey baby, you up for a good time tonight?" A man whispered into my ear flirtatiously. Stay calm. I swiftly turned around, causing him to take a few steps back. I examined his face and I knew just who it was. Oh my god...

   "Woah beautiful, what's wrong?" He said, laughing a little bit. My eyes widened at the sight of him. "Am I really this stunning?" He said with a cocky tone.

   "I know who you are. Frank Feranna." I said, saying the last few words angrily. He wiped off the smirk on his face and pulled me to an empty corner.

   "Ok, how do you know my real name?" He asked very quietly.

   "You don't recognize me do you?" I asked, feeling a bit more angry because he had no idea who I was. He had a confused look on his face.

   "Joanna? Joanna Todd?" I informed.

   "Oh.. look I'm sorry about what I said in High School. But that was a long time ago!" He exclaimed. I scoffed at what he said and walked past him, then started pushing through the crowd, making my way to the door.

   "Wait!" He called out chasing after me. I didn't listen and walked faster, then ran out the door trying to get him off my tail. I ran through several streets with my feet aching in my 3 inch heels. I continued walking and before I knew it, I was on the Sunset Strip. I walked into the Whisky a Go Go and sat down at the bar.

   "Some vodka please? The whole bottle." I requested. The bartender nodded, handing a bottle of Smirnoff. I gave paid him then immediately chugged down at least a quarter of the bottle. I got a bit dizzy, but kept on drinking my anger away. Before I knew it, I passed out.

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