Chelsea gulped down the third glass of wine down her throat,and felt the liquid burning their way down her system.
The blasting sound of music could be heard in the club, likewise the smell of sweaty bodies dancing their way out while she sat doing nothing.
Nothing,but drinking herself to stupor.
Loneliness kills a man faster than hunger,and that's what was slowly killing the young lady who took to the club to kill time.
Her life has never been more useless than now, thinking way back to the time she was still living with Mason.
She was the happiest woman alive.
Yeah, although she couldn't live with the guilt of living in a lie,with a man who was head over heels in love with her.
She just couldn't keep up with pretending to be who she wasn't in front of him,Mason loved Sheila.Her fake identity.
Firstly,she had accepted him because she needed something to keep her away from worrying about running away from family.
