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"I need to find Lizzie." I tell myself while turning to the hall, repeating the same thing over and over so I won't forget it.

I need to find Lizzie so she can bring me home. Maybe he's right. Maybe I've gotten drunk. Afterall, he's always right. Like when he said we should stay together instead of go on separate path. If I listen to him, I wouldn't have been so miserable and-

"Come with me, Soph." The stubborn man grabs my wrist but this time he is no longer angry. Instead, his voice has softened as if he is whispering, somewhat coaxing me into submission. Though I heard each word clearly and noticed they were uttered sternly, there's no room for refusal.

"No," I hastily take my hand, then quickly put them across my chest in a protective manner, "I won't have you take advantage on me!" I will only go with Lizzie instead of a predator! Who knew what he'd do to me since I'm clearly wasted.

He doesn't seem offended at all with my accusation but actually scoffs at it, mocking me, "Don'