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Is this where I take one of the benzos Ollie said could be taken to help me adapt to the medicine? Was I a drug addict for wanting to take one? Should I just wait to see if this all got worse?

Wait it out. See if I could fix this on my own.

This is where I fake yawn and stretch, saying that I’m ready for bed. I’ll call an Uber, stay in my own place and give myself distance from them.

Distance will be good. I can do whatever I need to do in my ownspace. Panic however I need to panic without anyone trying to fix it for me.

Here it goes.

Big stretch.Yawn. Rub my eyes.

“You tired, princess?” Paxton is looking at me as I lean against the counter, drooping my eyes as I nod my head. I’m faking a yawn again and rubbing my eyes.

My heart is beating a thousand beats a second. The anxiety ramped up so high I wonder if I’ll sleep at all tonight.

“Exhausted. I think I’m going to call an Uber and head home.” I’m already standing up, grabbing my phone but Paxton’s hand is on it, his eyes on me like he doesn’t understand why I would go home.

Shit.

“Darlin’, you have a room here. Why don’t you just go upstairs?”

I shake my head and look at Cameron who nods his head, coming over to wrap his arm around me. My back stiffens and I can feel the way he reads my energy, letting me go as he looks at me confused by how I’m acting

Oh no.

He thought he could calm me down but now I’m in a full panic from how he looks rejected by me.

All I am capable of is grieving those I can’t have.

This is all proof that I’m broken. I’m not meant to be with alphas. They deserve someone better.

“I’ll drive you home.” Cam says and I know the guys aren’t happy about it.

I had said that I would talk to them and now I’m running because it’s too much for me. He is already walking away from me as I go to grab my bag.

I need to escape.

Run. Run. Run.

Slipping as my anxiety attack hits full force now. The swish as my ears feel blocked and my heart starts racing. My fingers are tapping as I try to count but they’re sweaty and they're slipping as I keep losing track of what number I’m on.

One. Two. Two.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Diving into my purse, I pull open the orange bottle and slip the medication inside. I can’t wait for it to get worse. It’s already pretty friggin’ bad. I’m swallowing in my dry mouth just as the door opens and four sets of eyes are looking at me, curled on a floor with a bottle of pills in my hand.

“Sadie girl?” Jace’s voice sounds so far away even though he’s close. I can't even respond as I push my head to my knees, wrap myself up and just try to shrink away.

I want to go home.

I want to be in my bed.

Safe.

I want to be safe.

My mind's racing so quickly I can’t even cling to a thought before another one hits me and I’m groaning like I’m in physical pain.

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