―❧Worlds change when eyes meet❧―
Abrielle Miller is an 18-year-old girl who witnessed the death of her family when she was just a little girl. Her aunt took care of her until death knocked on her door, adding grief to Abrielle's broken heart and sha...
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Music throbbed in my ears as I drowned my pain in a string of tequila shots. My brain was starting to feel fuzzy and I had to lean against the bar to stay upright, but at least I was standing.
"Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!” chanted the girls, while I threw the shot down my throat, grimacing at the burn that ripped a pathway to my stomach.
“More shots!” called Maria, gesturing to the bartender. While she wasn’t drinking herself, she was clearly having fun, halfway through a plan to have me drink all the alcohol in the club.
The bartender smirked and poured five more shots, setting them down on the table, then retreating to watch the fun.
I grinned back at him, slurring my thanks before downing these shots too. Cardi B’s ‘please me’ belted in the background and I began to sway, giggling and twirling as I made a beeline for the dancefloor. The music pounded through my body, evaporating the misery in my veins until I felt giddy with exhilaration. Nothing could stop me now. I was back where I belonged, in a world of my own.
Over at the bar, Mia and Maria were giggling together as they watched me. I sent them a wave, but their expressions were suddenly frozen, numb surprise twisting their mouths.
“What?” I called, frowning. But before the word had made it halfway from my mouth, someone’s hand had snaked around my waist.
“You look ravishing tonight, sweetheart.”
As quickly as it had come, the exhilaration vanished. I was left cold and angry and frightened. “Get off me!” I snapped, yanking myself from the stranger’s grip. But he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he squeezed me tighter, crushing the life and the happiness out of me. Even in my drunken state, I could tell he meant danger. Panic coursed through me.
“Come on, darling. There’s no need to be rude. I promise I won’t hurt. He’ll be out of your life in a couple of weeks and I’ll have you all to myself.” He groaned into my neck, pressing his erection deeper. "Oh, the things I'll do to you, my love."
“No,” I breathed, struggling against his grip. My eyes darted through the crowd, but I couldn’t see Mia or Maria any more. The bar was completely obscured by a crush of people.
He glided one palm down my butt and squeezed it. He wore a large gold ring on his forefinger and the cold metal bit into me as he moved. I was trapped. "You don't know how much I love you, my queen," he murmured, his lips inches from mine. The stench of stale alcohol blurred my senses, making me want to vomit.
“Let go of me.” My voice was no more than a whisper, but he heard me.
A smirk flitted across his features. “Oh, no, darling. I haven’t finished yet.”
