New Year’s Eve 2013
Age: 17
“Come on, Scar,” Robert whined as he held onto my hand, as I lagged slightly behind him. He clearly couldn’t spot that I was struggling, although my vice-like grip on his hand might’ve been an indication that all wasn’t peachy keen. But alas, the fear of his parents' wrath outweighed everything else, and he panted as he practically dragged me down the corridor. “We’re already late.”
“I’m coming. Look, the door is like two steps away.” I chuckled through the pain. I tugged on his hand slightly to slow him down. I didn't want to make a fantastic entrance into the party by falling through the door. “Do you realise how hard it is to walk fast in heels this high?”
Robert cast his eyes down towards my feet and grimaced. Not a sight you want to see from your boyfri
