Chapter 4

Sophie Huntsberger

I drag myself heavily through the crowded club once more, everything moving and tipping like I’m at sea, disorientated and foggy, although I’m less drunk than I was. My phone is still glued to my ear, even though I seem to have lost Arrick and hear nothing but silence. Pulling my cell down to look at the blank screen, I realize my battery has died, and I sigh in complete deflation. Fed up with how my life is turning out lately, nothing seems to go right anymore.

Taking a long deep breath to try to center myself into sobriety, my body sagging, drying my face halfheartedly with the back of my hand now that my tears have once again subsided, and my heart has resorted to numb emptiness. I don’t even care if my makeup is smeared or cried off. Arrick has seen me worse so many times.

I let my cell drop in my hand beside my body and hold it loosely, too disconnected to feel anything but heavy fatigue from stupidly sobbing, swaying from being absent, and