Worth Something

Fourteen

I got back to my apartment as soon as possible and felt rage build up inside of me. I just wanted to tear my hair out. I saw my dance medals, up in their glass cases hung up on the wall and couldn't resist.

I grabbed a wooden chair and chucked it at my wall. I started screaming in anger. Everything I'd ever worked for, was gone. And I only had myself to blame. I hated myself for it, with everything thrown away, I was now useless.

I decided I needed something to calm me down, the only thing that had ever made me truly happy. A drink.

I got in my car and drove down to Blur, the club Ben had brought me to. When I got in there I threw myself up to the bar. I started to get my purse out, but was stopped by a tray of shots pushed in front of me.

A tall man with black hair, tattoos and amazing blue eyes sat down next to me. "You look like you need it," he downed one of them.

"How could you tell?" I chuckled. "The stubborn look on your face gave it away. Wanna say what happened or get so drunk when you wake up you don't remember?"

"I think the second option sounds about right. I'm Evie," I held my hand out and shook his.

"Andy."