Scout was passed out, drinking herself into an oblivion. She had decided to attend a frat party, imagining her life didn’t spin out of control. This is where she would have been if she hadn’t been involved with Liam, if she didn’t have Valerie. Her vision was blurry, but she felt hands roughly grasping her biceps to lift her up. Someone was carrying her somewhere unknowable.
The movement was too much for Scout; she could feel herself start sweating and her throat gagging. She was forced down, her head in a toilet as she vomited into the porcelain bowl. When her stomach was empty, she laid her head on the floor, her eyes closing, when those rough hands were on her once more, tossing her to the other side of the room. She heard water running before she felt the water run into her hair. Suddenly, those rough hands were a little gentler, washing through the vomit that ended up in her hair. Scout open her eyes minimally and saw a flash of pink hair.
“What in the hell are you doing?” She slurred, but before she could hear an answer, she passed out.
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