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That bastard slipped her something.
“I want to go home,” she mumbles, her arms around my neck.
I debate leaving her at her place. But her being alone in this state doesn’t feel right to me.
Her building is five minutes from here by car, so I strap her in.
“Where are we going?” she slurs.
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My jaw is taut with anger. “I’m taking you to your apartment.”
She mumbles something under her breath, and then turns to look at me, her pupils dilated, and I know whatever she had is very strong.
I am trying not to think of what would have happened had I not gone after her.
“You’re sad.”
“What?” I say, startled.
“Your eyes are sad,” Sarah tells me, her voice thick. “Pretty and sad.”
I don’t say anything for a few seconds. “You need to sleep this off.”
She turns her head to the side, and this time I hear the tears in her voice. “I’m sad, too. And I’m scared.”
Frowning, I put my free hand on her arm. “You’ll be–”
“What if something happens to Bryan? It’s been three weeks. I just want him to be okay.”
Wait, what?
“What do you mean? Sarah?”
Her head drops forward, making me curse and swerve the car.
“Damn it!”
Stopping the car, I make sure she is buckled in tightly.
Breathing hard, I stare at her sleeping form. “You weren’t kidding when you said you couldn’t hold any alcohol.”
Although this might not be alcohol.
Reaching her building, it takes me a few minutes of struggling with her and trying to find her keys before I can get her to her apartment.
Switching on the lights in her apartment, I am assaulted by a loud splash of color. From the sofas to the carpet, loud, cheerful tones decorate everything, and despite the situation, I can’t help but think how it fits her personality.
I am carrying her in my arms, and Sarah shifts, making me grip her tighter in case she gets it in her head to do any sudden acrobatics.
“Okay,” I mutter to myself. “If I were Sarah’s room, where would I be?”
Grinning at my joke, I pick the first room I see and blink at how tastefully it is done up. A small bed in the corner with a faded blanket. A study table in the corner with piles of books. A long couch against the wall with some clothes folded neatly on it.
The poster of some band above the bed tells me this is most probably not Sarah’s room.
I step out and head towards the next room.
