Doing the Wrong Thing at the Right Time
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Savannah walked faster.
Then faster.
She turned down a street without thinking.
Then another.
She wasn't trying to get somewhere.
She was trying to get away.
Away from the conversation.
Away from the pressure.
Away from the feeling that she had lost control of a night that was supposed to be perfect.
Only after several minutes did she slow down.
She looked around.
The streets were unfamiliar.
The buildings looked different.
The sounds of the city had faded. It was dark and cold and the shadows looked too eerie.
Her heart sank.
She was lost. The town wasn't horrible but there were always a few incidents that she heard about while tending the bar about young women who ended up in horrible situations after getting caught out at night.
She didn't want to take a chance stuck in a place she didn't know in the dark...
Savannah pulled out her phone.
The first person she called was Lily.
Once.
No answer.
Again.
Straight to voicemail.
A third time.
Nothing.
She stared at the screen.
Of course.
Lily was probably still inside the club, surrounded by music and laughter, completely unaware that Savannah's perfect graduation night had turned into something she wanted to escape.
She looked around helplessly.
The streets were quiet.
Too quiet.
The warm excitement of the evening felt like a distant memory now.
She had no parents waiting for her call.
No family nearby.
No one who would immediately know what to do.
She only had Lily.
And Ethan.
The thought of Ethan made her chest tighten.
She didn't want to think about what had just happened.
She didn't want to think about the look in his eyes when he said those things.
She had always known Ethan as the person who helped her.
The person who showed up.
The person she could trust.
But tonight, something had changed.
She started walking again.
She needed to clear her head.
She would find somewhere safe.
Maybe call a taxi.
Maybe get a room for the night.
She could figure everything out in the morning.
She always did.
Savannah reached into her handbag, searching for her notebook where she kept important numbers.
Her fingers brushed against something smooth.
She stopped.
Slowly, she pulled it out.
The black card.
Brian's number.
She stared at it.
Brian Lakewood.
The man she barely knew.
The man Ethan was so desperate to keep away from her.
The man Ethan couldn't even explain.
And yet...
He was also the one person who had looked her in the eyes and told her she could call him... What if it wasn't because of anything other than the fact that she needed help.
"When you're ready, call me."
She remembered his voice.
Calm.
Certain.
Like he already knew there would come a time when she needed him.
Savannah shook her head.
This was ridiculous.
She didn't know him.
She shouldn't call him.
But standing alone on an unfamiliar street in the middle of the night, she couldn't deny one thing.
Right now, Brian was the only person she could think of calling.
Her thumb hovered over the screen.
She hesitated.
Because calling him meant trusting him.
It meant admitting that despite everything Ethan had said, some part of her believed Brian wasn't the person Ethan made him out to be.
Savannah took a shaky breath.
Then she pressed the number.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
She almost ended the call.
Then...
"Hello, Savannah."
Her breath caught.
He had answered.
And somehow, hearing his voice made her feel like she wasn't alone anymore.
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