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But fuck, it hurt and was so difficult walking properly. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, I stopped dead in my tracks when I was greeted by two unfamiliar men.

Thank goodness for electronic wallets because that was how I was going to make this excursion on time. The hall was blissfully silent. I didn't know where I was exactly, but one end of the hall ended in a door so I decided to walk in the opposite direction. I put my hand on the wall, leaning heavily against the drywall as I tried to make my way toward where I thought I would find stairs, or perhaps an elevator. I didn't remember coming up here and now that I was here, I had no sense of direction. I stumbled and almost fell, reaching out with one hand to grasp my abdomen as pain shot through my body. I really needed some fucking painkillers. Maybe Trey could hook me up, for today at least.

He walks to the door, opens it, and leaves without a glance back. My legs wobble so badly I nearly fall flat on my face. Catching myself, I stumble back onto my ass. “Fuck…”

, I smiled and left the shop. On my way out that annoying bell went off again. I forgot about it and it startled me again, causing me to stop and cringe. When I tried to continue on the sidewalw, I walked right into someone, knocking shoulders with them, and dropping my coffee in the process. I hadn't even gotten to try it. How disappointing. I looked up to apologize to the person I walked into, but I was not expecting the man in front of me.

I take a breath and push inside. The bar hasn't changed. Same regulars nursing their drinks, same couple in the corner booth, same bored bartender wiping down glasses. But heads turn when I walk in. I see them register my wrecked appearance. My smeared lipstick. My tangled hair. The mascara tracks down my cheeks. The way I'm walking like I've just been thoroughly, completely fucked. Because I have. In every hole. In an alley and a backseat. By a man whose name I only learned tonight.

They would have started the third stage. I struggled to get on my feet. I made my way to the hall. Good thing they haven't started. At some point, I couldn't feel my legs. I kept walking but when I got inside the hall. I tripped and fell. People gasped. I struggled to get on my feet but I couldn't. No, I don't want to fail. I don't want to fail. I don't want to disappoint them. I am already winning. I don't want to break down now. I tried to stand but it felt like I was crippled.