72- Proposal

LANA'S POV

I rushed out of the house and went to my car, and when I got inside, I cried against the steering wheel. I wanted to feel nothing when I saw JJ and killed him, but the thought that his blood was on my hands, tortured me. Dax couldn't even help without making me feel worse than I already felt.

I sniffled and lifted my head off the steering wheel, pushed the key inside the ignition, and drove away. I went straight to the nearest bar that I could find. I ordered five shots of vodka and gulped them as if they didn't make me feel as if my tongue was being burned.

I wanted to forget everything that happened and wake up to a whole new chapter of my life. I was tired of how miserable I felt every day since I lost my parents. I needed a break...

"Lana, we need to go home." A familiar voice spoke as I felt a hand tap on my shoulder.

My head was heavy as I lifted my head from the table and looked at the person. "Dax?"

"Can we go home?"

"I don't want to go home. I don't want to go