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I shove her hand off and head down the sidewalk, hoping she’ll just stay behind But she follows, her high heels clicking against the concrete as she rushes to keep up

"God, it’s such a beautiful night," she says with a contented sigh

"If you say so," I say "Don’t you need to go back to the club and catch a ride ho to taketo keep up with me

"I did?" I sway as a maneuver around what looks like a bush in the ht I burass and back onto the sidewalk

"Yeah, you said you’d love to give iggles God, I hate gigglers I really need to start payingstuck with a Miss Fucking Giggles

"I’m pretty sure you misunderstoodback onto the grass, and causing her to rins atthee out I’ to re me if I take her back to my place, but what she doesn’t realize is that I’ve already had it A lot And I don’t care about what she gives to me as much as I care about what I took fro on in one of the townhouses nearby andin the ritzier side of town, , and the sidewalk is lined with trees and a fence I’ot here, nor do I know the way back to et into these h at arettes from my shirt pocket The only time I can actually deal with the chaotic aspects of life is when I’m drunk, otherwise I panic for some structure I never had structure when I was a kid I had a crazy edhtmares about some of the stuff I saw or heard her do and I need order, otherwise the vile, sick feeling I experienced when I was a kid owns ht the end with a lighter I dig out of the back pocket of ht the end, deeply inhale, and blow out a cloud of s back and forth between the sidewalk and the grass just to the side of it, running into the fence a few tis on the bottoraze round "I’ht slur to her speech, not taking my not-so-subtle hint "We can just herever"

She doesn’t look that drunk and she only drank girly fruity drinks at the club, but her voice is portraying otherwise She’s putting a lot of trust inand whatever it is she’s looking for Maybe sex The best orgas escape fro for love or so-you-want look in her eyes, I’et it from me

I consider ain and just bang the shit out of her until she’s crying out et a fewinside et the control I need Or I can call my friend and rooetting exhausted

I’e swooshing sound co tuer back onto the grass as it falls toward me and stick out my arm out to push Blondie back The tips of a pair of clunky boots cliplands on the grass in front of me and rolls down the shallow incline toward the sidewalk

"What the hell," Blondie says as she rolls her ankle and her foot slips out of her shoe She quickly works to fix her hair, sto hurt like hell in thewhen I sober up Usually when I’oes still, but h the multiple shots I ha out a tense breath, I focus on whatever the hell just fell from theas I mentally tellthings, so I blinkon her back, groaning as she clutches her ankle

"God da to her side

My heart is still racing and Inicotine will settle it down but realize I’ve lost ers through lance up at theshe fell fro if I should help her up or soets up on her hands and knees and pushes to her feet Her legs wobble as she gets to her feet, then she liht ankle "Yeah, I’ht, and normally I’d back off from her leave-and a painful sense of déjà vu hits me square in the chest as I wonder if A?" I follow after her as she limps down the sidewalk Blondie calls out that she can’t find her shoe, but I ignore her, walking after the girl I’m not even one-hundred-percent sure why other than I’ to hurt herself on purpose, like my sister Amy did, only she never walked away from it

"I’uy shouts soo away"

I look down at her ankle, hidden under her boot It’s obvious it’s causing her pain by the way she won’t put pressure on it "You shouldn’t be putting weight on it if it hurts You could fk it up more"

At the corner of the sidewalk, she veers to the left, and steps into the light of the laood look at her and recognition clicks She’s got long black hair with streaks of red in it thata leather jacket over a tight black dress and her boots--the ones that put a lu at her thighs