VENOM NIGHTS
~CHELSEA~
{Playlist suggestion: "Bruises" by Lewis Capaldi}
The bass from the club's sound system vibrated through my ribs as I balanced another tray of drinks above my head.
Friday nights at Venom were always chaos, but tonight felt different. Heavier. Like the air itself was pressing down on me.
My left shoulder screamed every time I lifted the tray, but I had gotten good at hiding pain. Foundation covered the worst of the bruising on my collarbone.
Long sleeves hid the finger marks on my forearms.
Samuel's goodbye gifts from three days ago.
"Chelsea, table seven!" Javier called from behind the bar, his voice barely cutting through the music.
I grabbed the drinks and wove through the crowd, forcing a smile when the college guys at the table looked me up and down
