Sallie had decided to return inside of Stairways after she composed herself. Her mind, heart, soul and little body drained from all the emotions she had experienced. Her mind full of entangled chemicals and happy hormones, she didn't really know what to make of it.
Almost dazingly, she walked up the stairs after giving TORQUE a blank flat smile when he asked if she was okay.
I don't want to talk about it, her eyes begged, and the muscular bodyguard seemed to have understood. He would have to focus on the cameras more tonight, just for this little one's sake.
Holding the banister, she ran her hand up it as she slowly walked up the stairs. She had been outside for about ten minutes, constantly crying and trying to calm herself down, and it wasn't until now she had no more strength to cry, her eyes red and swollen. Thankfully, the darkness and dim lights of the nightclub hid that.
On instincts, she walked up to the first floor, where there was the bar, and in the far corner she noticed Corey just lying on the sofa, falling asleep even under the heavy, loud music. It was a natural gift for rock and metal lovers. Several empty paper cups dotted around the sofa, presumably his.
Numbly, Sallie walked towards the sofa, the club-goers still ambling along, oblivious to her own issues. Once she approached the sofa, she bent down, her emotionally drained eyes fastening onto Corey. His hands were tucked under his face, forming a pitiful pillow for his head, his lips open and bent against his hands. Unable to decide what to do, Sallie thought it was best to stay with him. She assumed he had passed out from drinking excessively...
So much alcohol, so little time...
Carefully, she grabbed Corey's shoulders, pulling him up and his head rolled to the side, his body heavy with the dead-weight of slumber, and Sallie carefully sat onto the sofa again, getting comfy and slowly placed Corey's head onto her lap. That way, he was comfy and sleeping, and she knew where he was.
Her instincts making her so wary of Corey's whereabouts.
She knew he was drunk, far out of this world now. And she remembered what happened last time someone she knew and cared for was so intoxicated they died-
With a hand on his head, Sallie blankly stared at the dancers as she ran her fingers through his dreadlocks. They were so pleasant to touch, the thickness of each dreadlock, how precisely they were formed. She grabbed one and ran her finger all the way down, from base to tip, feeling the weight in each different strand.
After a long moment of stroking Corey's hair, a small thought came to Sallie's mind, and impassively, she pulled her phone out. She slowly tilted her head, staring blankly at the neon screen.
11.17pm
And a text from her father:
What time are you going home?
Sallie had to think, long and hard now.
Corey was incredibly intoxicated, but there was no way she was going to leave him behind. Of course she was fucking furious with him, but she refused to leave a drunken, helpless man in the streets. She remembered the story Corey told her once where his friends from years ago threw him in a dumpster and left him. She vividly remembered how Corey laughed the situation off, but she knew deep down he was still hurt by it.
I am not them...I am not HER...
Coldly, Sallie's thoughts became harsh, acidic and bitter. So, she knew for a fact that her father and Satan would flat-out refuse to let Corey stay at her house. There was a couch, sure, but Sam wouldn't like a strange man sleeping in her house, and she knew that they wouldn't allow him to stay in Sallie's bed, even if she offered to sleep on the floor.
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Fanfiction[PART 1 - COMPLETED] Sallie Knight's life had been a tragedy, born under a bad star. When she moves to Iowa with her father and his cruel new wife, Sallie's life is at breaking point to the point she wants to end it. She finally finds an escape with...
