Evelyn
I had broken the promise- yeah, I was already wasted and feeling absolutely horrible about breaking the commitment I made to my dad. The effects of the liquor were hot and heavy, enveloping me completely. A stranger had his arms wrapped around me from behind, swaying our bodies in sync with the pulsating music that resonated throughout the club. The place was packed, like a colony of huddled penguins, leaving barely any space to move, let alone make my way to the bar for another drink.
All I wanted was more alcohol. I just wanted it. That's it-It was that insatiable craving-a strange itch.
Had I already drowned half of the pain away?
I thought I had, until the guy, whose name I hadn't even bothered to catch, yet found it absolutely f*****g normal to let him grind again
