I drove, not caring where as long as I was getting as far from Nathan and Clarisse as possible. My vision swam as tears finally spilled over, but I didn’t slow down. The pain in my chest was unbearable, a gaping wound that no amount of time could heal.
I needed to numb the pain. It was as if every laugh, every kiss between us had been a lie.
I found a liquor store, barely aware of how I got there. I grabbed the first bottle I saw, ignoring the cashier’s concerned look as I threw money on the counter and walked out. I couldn’t care less about appearances. I was beyond caring.
Back in the car, I unscrewed the cap with shaking hands and took a long, burning gulp. The alcohol was harsh, but I welcomed the sting, hoping it would numb the ache in my chest. I drank more, desperate to lose myself in oblivion.
The city lights blurred as I sped through the streets, the world outside a distorted mess of colors and shapes. I had no idea where I was going, and I didn’t care. My thoughts were a chaotic swirl of anger and betrayal, and the alcohol did little to quiet them.