#Chapter393

I pull myself free at the top of the stairs and stare at Natasha blankly. Not sure what’s going on or how she even got me up here without a fight, all I know is my girl is headed the other way and I don’t like this. I am not about to stand here and do god knows what, while she’s down there trying to get a cab and fending for herself. I never agreed to this shit and I am not about to follow through with it.

Sophie always needs me; I need her. I lurch forward to the booths among my friends, grabbing my jacket and Sophie’s,...