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Disastrous summer balls and club nights- pt.2

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Alexa

It was one thing to tell yourself the truth, but it was entirely a whole other thing to believe it. I once heard a quote that said, ‘there are five stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance’. At this point, I had no idea what I was feeling.

I swayed gently to the music in the club, a plastic cup of beer in hand. Perhaps I was already half drunk, but I didn’t care. I wanted to forget the hurt and pain that still coursed through my blood stream.

The club smelled of sweat and alcohol, bodies pressing together as we all wiggled our bodies to the rhythm of the music.

As soon as I had left the summer ball, I had sent a message to Stacey, telling her I had left and she needn’t worry. Encouraging her to have fun with her date, I switched off my phone, effectively shutting out and blocking anything that would disturb my peace.

I had gone home, changed out of ‘the’ dress and then got myself into a s