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“Yes, but I’m not telling you. You’ll have to wait and see.” I take another sip of my drink and realize that I finished it at some point.
“Alright. I’m going to get another beer; do you want anything?” I think for a minute and nod my head.
“Another round of shots and water. I probably shouldn’t drink too much more. I took medicine right after I got out of the cab.” Her anger flares. I take a mental note that I don’t think I’ve ever seen her get angry. I’m not really sure why she is right now. We were having a good time.
“Stormy! You could get sick! You probably will!” she screeches.
“Lana, I’m fine. Look at me. I feel fine. Just one more shot and I’ll switch to water. I promise.” She shrugs and heads off toward the bar. I feel my pocket vibrate again but I don’t pull it out. I know it is probably Sebastian again. Why can’t I have some fun? No one wants me to have some fun and let my hair down for once. I don’t want to feel anything right now. The next second, my name is being called to go up on stage. For a moment, I think this is a terrible idea, but I push through. I’m not going to let the past dictate my future. I walk up to the stage and take the mic, introducingmyself.
“Hi. I’m Stormy and this is Evanescence.” The music starts out low and I close my eyes and sing. I forget about all the people watching me and just concentrate on the lyrics. They mean something to me, that’s why I picked this song. I open my eyes as the chorus plays. Sebastian is sitting right before me and I’m glad he isn’t interrupting my song. I close my eyes again and belt out the rest of the song.
“You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase”
Once I finish, I receive a standing ovation. Not sure that I really earned it, but it’s better than anyone else got. I place the mic back on the stand and Sebastian is there helping me off the stage. He interlaces our hands together and pulls me to the back of the bar where Lana is sitting. A camera flash brings me out of my stupor, and I shield my eyes from the glare. Another goes off, and Sebastian is taking me by the waist out of the bar. The cold air bites my exposed skin and I look back to make sure Lana is right there with us. I sigh in relief when I see her jogging behind.
“What was that all about? I was just singing a song! I have a tab open,” I shout at Sebastian.
“You were drawing a fucking crowd, that’s what you were doing,” he retorts.
“Why the hell do you care?” he slams his lips over mine and for a moment I think it’s just to shut me up, but I can’t help but to lean into him as he ravages my mouth. I moan out and grasp onto his shirt, tugging him closer. Another shot is taken of us, and I don’t understand what’s going on. Sebastian breaks the kiss to confront the man with the camera.
“Delete those pictures.Now.” Sebastian yells at the man. All too late, I realize what I have done. People will see those pictures of me and know where I am. Fuck, how could I be so stupid. I go to punch the man, but I’m pulled back into a hard chest. Sebastian held me back. I’m so angry and then I don’t feel so well. My limbs feel heavy, and my vision starts to blur. All too quickly I’m surrounded by blackness, being pulled under.
Chapter 17
Sebastian
What the fuck?I look to Stormy’s roommate who doesn’t look that drunk. How much more could Stormy have had? I hold her limp body in my arms as I make my way to the car.
“How much did she have to drink?” I angrily question her roommate, wondering why she didn’t look out for her better.
“Not that much, but” she hesitates for a moment and looks around. “She took anxiety medication before we left. I don’t think she is supposed to drink alcohol with it,” she replies, wringing her hands together.
“You let her fucking drink?” I yell. My voice booms in the parking lot. We get to my car, and I open the passenger door, laying Stormy inside. I buckle her in and reach for her purse.
“She didn’t tell me until she had already downed a few shots and a Long Island iced tea,” she pleads but I’m busy looking through Stormy’s purse for the medication she took. I find the bottle and read the label: Clonazepam.Fuck.
“I’m taking her to my apartment. My doctor will meet us there. Can you call Uber? I don’t want to waste any more time than I need to. Go back into the bar and close her tab and wait until the car arrives. Text Stormy’s phone and I’ll give you updates,” I command,not waiting for a reply.
“Yes, please take care of her,” she says after I close the passenger door.
I run around to the driver’s side and slide behind the wheel. Stormy’s head is resting against the cool window of the car. Immediately I pull up my contacts and call Dr. Peterson. The line rings through the speakers of the car as I pull out of the parking lot.
“Yes, Mr. Knight, what can I do for you?” he asks groggily.
“I need you to meet me at my apartment. My,” I pause for a moment searching for the right word for her. “Girlfriend needs to be seen. She went out drinking tonight after taking some anxiety medication and she passed out in my arms.” I pull into traffic and honk my horn for people to get out of the way. Slowly, the cars begin moving to the side as I make my way through. In no time, we’re on the highway heading to my apartment.
