AIDEN.
I returned after a 30 minute conversation with Leo Thornton, only to find Emily and Abby completely wasted, taking part in a competition to determine who could remain upright.
Lined up in front of them were five shots, which Emily consumed smoothly, but Abby struggled, choking and prompting Emily to give her a tap on the back.
The car’s sudden stop is accompanied by a downpour of rain and the rumble of thunder.
“No, no, I’m not leaving,” Emily slurs out.
Stepping out of the vehicle, I look at her and provide words of reassurance, “Don’t worry, baby, everything will be alright.”
I discovered her fear of thunder when we exited the venue; she shielded her ears and quivered.
“No, I can’t stand it,” she confides, vigorously shaking her head.
“I get it, but the faster we go inside
