It's A Long Ride Home, I'm Afraid. {Camren} ✔️

~{39}~

I haven't shown up back home for days. I've practically been living in any bar I can find, going from one to the other each passing day.

My phone died a while ago, so I had no way of knowing what the hell was going on.

Currently, I was at a bar that was a bit closer to my house. I basically went around in a circle.

I haven't eaten much besides some appetizers and whatnot, but I'm sure the alcohol has made up for it plenty.

Sometimes I'd stay too late, only to pass out and find that the next morning, I was in the parking lot because the bartender was tired of trying to wake me up and therefore kicked me out himself.

Oh, and he charged me for that too. The dragging me out of the bar part. Go figure. Was I really that heavy?

Anyways, something annoying happened at this specific bar.

While I was simply minding my own business, drinking my life away, I saw the devil.

The literal devil.

Well, not literally. It was just Lucy. But they're awfully close.

And of course, she was walking right towards me in that sashaying type of way.

God, I hated when she walked like that.

That's how you knew she was up to something. When she came at you like that. She was definitely up to no good.

"How do you always manage to run into me?" I sneered as she practically threw herself in the seat next to mine.

Lucy shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe it's fate."

I scoffed. "Or maybe you're the devil sent forth to torment me whenever I'm forced to face my past issues and struggles."

"Or that." Lucy nodded.

"I'm really not in the mood tonight." I told her, taking a sip of my now third drink. "So please, won't you kindly fuck off?"

"You keep getting your heart broken, and it's kinda sad." She began to say, completely disregarding me, running her finger along the side of my neck. "By your mother, me, and now Camila."

"And I have my reasons to believe that maybe you've broken your own sad, fragile little heart a few times too." She added.

"Where are you going with this?" I asked, flicking her hand away from me. She was starting to get really annoying.

"Why do you even try anymore?" She questioned me. "At like, anything? And why do you even try to stay sober when, deep down, you know you're craving getting shitfaced at least twice a day?"

She was leaning in closer to me.

"Why do I try?" I repeated. "I'll tell you why. It's because at some point in our God damn lives, we have to learn to grow the fuck up. We have to learn to be better people. We have to become functioning members of society. We have to take advantage of the advantages that we have. I'm supposed to be a celebrity. Can you even begin to imagine what that entails? People look up to me, whether I like it or not, so I better make sure I'm a good fucking role model before another Lauren Jauregui comes around with yet another fucked up and horrifying past, and decides to stroll on down the wrong path just as yours truly did."

Lucy narrowed her eyes at this.

"Weird. I've never heard you talk with that mentality. Not when we were together, at least. In fact, I'm quite sure it was the opposite. What's changed, I wonder? Back then, I was the one that had to keep you together. You could never do that alone. What makes you think things aren't the same as before?"