Daisy’s POV

Ava and I had found our way to the club to ease the tension in my mind, I was losing it and if I stayed indoors any longer, I might start losing myself. She grabbed my hand tightly like she was leading a little child through a busy hall to avoid being lost.

“Two shots of tequila.” She hollered over the music once we got to the bar stand, I didn’t bother arguing.

The bartender passed it to us in no time. I chugged down, letting the burning sensation go down my throat, I scrunched my face from it but it felt good. I wanted more, needed to...