The person holds me in place, refusing to let go for once. My stomach churns again, and this time, I can't control my body or my emotions. I release all the contents from my stomach, vomiting on his body and his clean shoes.
“You did not—” the familiar voice says, unable to believe it. I look up to see the very familiar face of the Hawthorne guy. Could my day get any worse? And with that, I pass out.
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FLASHBACK BEGINS
“What do you mean you killed someone?” Nate semi-yells in shock, unable to hide his shock.
“I… We… they…” I mutter a lot of nothing, just speaking in gibberish. He sighs and lifts me to my feet, setting me on the couch. All the while, my hands and feet keep trembling in fright. I can still remember that night etched into my brain.
“Calm down, baby, drink up.”
