I was an idiot. A stupid, fucking idiot for believing anything could be different. Cage was in his glory as women pawed at him and drugs were shoved in his face, hell, up his nose. My heart hurt, like someone just ripped it out and stomped-on-it-kind of hurt. Blackness crept around the corners of my eyes and I realized I was not breathing. I gulped air as I staggered down the hallway. “Where are you going?” Locke asked as I pushed past him and out the front door. “I just need to get the fuck out of here. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I yelled as a panic started to set in. Cage drove so I did not have a way out of this hellhole. Shit. What was I going to do? I turned back and saw Locke standing in the entryway. “Did you drive?” “Aye, but lashed a little too hard to be drivin’ ya anywhere.” Locke did look a little intoxicated as he made his way over to me. “Then can I borrow your keys? I just need to get to Nate’s. Cage knows where he lives and you can get your car later or tomorrow or something.”
