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"But not always," I speak up, "I know you've got some sugar, Sugar."
I consider running away at the deadly glare he gives me. But I won't.
"You don't know shit," his deep voice grumbles. I try my hardest to not admire his features as much as I want to.
Oh Iwillknow shiznit, Iwill.
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I missed an update last week, my apologies. Finals have arrived and are in full swing so just bear with me here. This was a pretty long chap so hopefully, it will make up for the no update.
Thank you for reading!
Word count: 3990
-Ashlyn Montgomery
Chapter 5: Nineteen
?Azalea?
I stumble up onto the sidewalk of town square. I'm back where I started; on my way to get my parents alcohol.
A twenty dollar bill rests firmly in my hand and I don't think I could give it away to the nice homeless man even if I wanted to. The threat my father sent me was enough to make me do anything.
I wish I would just kick him in his nuts.
They wouldn't even let me drive here. I had to walk a full thirty-five minutes from my house to town square.
After the crash, every ounce of activeness I had went out the window. Now, I can't even get out of bed without being out of breath.
After walking for what feels like another three years, I make it to the front of Danny/Donny's shop, whatever his name is. All the lights in the shop are off. Gathering my last little bit of hope, I take a closer look at the door.
Hours: Wed-Fri 12pm-10pm
Sat-Sun 2pm-10pm
I back away from the door and try not to lose my cool. I have been set up for failure. It's actually not like he knew the hours, he's too drunk to remember.
Tears of frustration build in my eyes but I don't let them fall. I take deep breaths and close my eyes envisioning a big red velvet cupcake.
I'mnotfixing to go home without anything. Last time I did that, I could hardly move my back for a week.
I decide on Red Street. There are bars all over Red Street so unfortunately, that's my best bet.
I tug on the bottoms of my admittedly kinda short shorts and hug my torso. Clouds circle over my head and my mostly bare arms begin to get chilly. I should've worn a jacket over my t-shirt.
Why is it that none of these little trips ever work out?
The first bar I see, I decide it's good enough. That is until I open the door and see a couple of women on poles. I jump out that place so quick.
God forgive me of my sins.
This is going to be harder than I thought.
I walk a little further down the street and finally I come to a place that actually doesn't look bad. Or like there are strippers inside.
I open the door and faint music and loud talking reach my ears. There are a lot out on the floor with drinks in their hands and the rest are piled up around the actual drink bar, or whatever it's called.
