CHAPTER 117

My conscience reminds me exactly of what I did and I bit back a laugh at the irony.
"God, is this what's it's like to be drunk?" I groan as I try to make my way back to the club doors, my feet heading in completely different directions. I stumble on my heel and wobble a little, my hand shooting out to steady myself. Nothing is in reaching distance and I shut my eyes tightly, feeling myself tumble forward onto the floor.
I wait for the moment my body would smash into the cold slab...