SADIE
I hated parties; I hated the sickly smell of alcohol, The drunk bodies flailing about the room, the alcohol. But mostly, I hated this part of it. The part where I stood all alone in the corner.
Something tickled my butt. Anxiety startled me, and I looked. Instead of an invading hand, I felt my phone vibrating.
My hand trembled.
"Hello?" I pressed a hand over my other ear.
"Sadie, where are you?" Alex's voice rushed.
"The living room, I think."
Bodies wiggled and gyrated in the center of the room. The music was turned up so loud you could only hear the bass, lyrics were nonexistent. Alcohol drenched bodies had my stomach twisting.
"I'm coming."
I slipped my phone back into the pocket of my shorts.
Coupled made-out in sections of the room, on couches, against walls, in the middle of the dance floor. Hands pulled at each other.
The air became dense. My lungs tried to breath in, but they failed.
Stop looking. I pulled at my freshly curled hair, and shrunk against the walls.
Bump, bump, bump. My racing heart beat in sync with the bass.
"Remember Sadie, you wanted this."
I tried forcing his words from my mind. The sickening memories of Him never stopped replaying. Anything triggered it, anything.
A hand brushed my shoulder. There wasn't a hand, there never is.
Breath, just breath.
I ignored the voice in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Even if he graduated, he still might show. He was everywhere. I saw him in in every sickening smile, and catcall.
How could someone so small have so much power over me?
Because you're pathetic, you always were.
Alex peered down at me from his towering height. A girl stood next to him, shorter than I was. She had doe-like brown eyes, tilted into an almond shape. Her face was round, with a slimmer body. Dark hair slid straight from her scalp, turning a reddish pink halfway down. A scuffed denim jacket too-large for her weighed her down. I never knew a Magnate to wear denim jackets, but I liked it.
"Sadie, what're you doing on the floor?"
"I had a small dizzy spell, nothing I can't handle." I reluctantly drew myself to a stand. The ghost-like touched didn't stop. "Who's this?"
His smile shifted. "This is Paige, she's a friend of mine." He winked, and my stomached curled.
It's fine,
"I'm Sadie." I went in for a hand shake. My hand hesitated halfway through, turning it into an awkward exchange
"I know. It's nice to meet you." Her voice was gentle, but had a clumsy slur.
How old was this girl? Where did he even find her?
I swallowed my rude questions, and looked to Alex, eyebrows raised.
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The Truth Is.
Genç Kurgu"Remember Sadie, you wanted this." Sadie Gallagher was the daughter of the new major. On camera, the Gallaghers were a perfect happy family. Two beautifully in love parents, and kind children. But Sadie had a secret, one that plagued every moment of...
