Sara
I was eating lunch in my room, trying to psyche myself up for my dinner with Ben. It was less that I was nervous about him and more about me.
The last time I had been able to go out and do anything remotely fun or relaxing was when I turned 21, and some of the guys my father had been running with around the time thought I deserved some drinks on them since I was legal.
Not that they had cared about laws, but they knew that I was working really hard and couldn't afford jail time or the likes. Good guys, I liked them. They were pretty cool for a bunch of criminals.
Dad later burned that bridge and ruined those friendships too, but I got free drinks, a ride home, didn't have to worry about where the f*ck Dad was, and got an extension on one of the debts that needed to be paid off,
