CHAPTER 15
ELIZABETH
Clubbing was not my thing. I didn’t consider watching people practically have s*x with their clothes on entertaining. I didn’t like tequila, I didn’t drink vodka, and I certainly didn’t enjoy the idea of losing my senses to the dull thud of alcohol.
The music in Gringo’s thumped through my body, capturing my heart and shaking it to the beat of this raunchy, dancehall song. I sipped my coke and watched Tiffany gyrate on some random guy that she’d met at the bar. Cherry as well was being thrust against by some old perv of a man. I wanted to storm in and separate them.
I wanted to lecture them like a mother hen and gather them to my chest. Was I the only one who saw the darkness in this place, who felt the danger in every drink that was chugged without care?
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