It had been over an hour, but it felt like the world was slowing down to mock me. The car moved like it was crawling. I stared out of the window, but I wasn't seeing anything, not really. Derek, Annie, my father, and my stepmother. All of them, spinning around in my head like a cruel joke that wouldn't stop. The anger had dried up, and the sadness had turned stale. And all that was left was something cold and hollow. And I knew exactly what I needed. A drink. When the driver pulled up to a neon-lit club on the edge of the city, I handed him a crumpled bill and stepped out without a word, like I was leaving the remnants of my old life in the backseat. It was a chilly Saturday evening and the club was crowded. The place was loud. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor, sweat and perfumes curled in the air. The bass thudded against my ribs, squeezing through the crowd as I made my way to the bar and slid onto a barstool. "Whiskey," I muttered. The bartender gave me a look.
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