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" 'Come with us',She said. 'It will be fun' She said. 'It'll be okay' She said." I repeated to myself. I let out a huff and walked into the club. It was dark and the smell of alcohol, sweat, and throw up made me wanna back out. I was so tired of being bossed around like some kind of child. I walked over to the bar and asked for a shot of vodka. Drunks were all over the place. Grinding on girls, and what not. It made me sick. The bartender passed me my shot and I gulped it down. The acid burnt through my throat. I got up and accidentally bumped into someone. "Sorry." I apologized and she looked at me. "Hey it's You! Ross right?"She asked. I nodded. She put her hands all over my body. "Let's go have some fun mister!" She drunkenly slurred. "No, sorry."I backed away, but her alcohol stained lips somehow made it to mine. And from there it was all a blur.
~Prologue~
