Sadie stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at herself one last time. Her reflection was defiant. She felt anger boiling inside her, frustration she couldn’t shake after the fight with Jake. The way he had almost hit her earlier left a mark—not physically, but emotionally. She could still feel the way his hands had gripped her shoulders so tightly. She blinked away the image and picked up her phone, her fingers hovering over the message from Kenneth.
"‘Bby, you still wanna go out? The club tonight, it'll be fun.’"
Her mind had screamed at her to ignore the invitation, but the anger and bitterness pushed her and she looked at her reply, Yes, I'm in. She locked her phone, grabbing her jacket. I need to let loose. Forget about Jake, forget about everyth
