Visit The Grave...
"Whatever, bitch. It's not like she's the only girl here." With that he left them to try his chances elsewhere.
If Sia wasn't handling Teresa right now, she'd definitely be kicking him where the sun doesn't shine for calling her that.
Teresa blinked in confusion, only vaguely aware of what had transpired, but Sia's stern expression told her that she had narrowly avoided a dangerous situation.
Grateful for her friend's intervention, Teresa allowed Sia to lead her away from the bar, her mind spinning with a mixture of alcohol-induced haze and lingering fear.
As they stumbled out into the cool night air, Teresa couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of her stomach, a reminder of the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface of the seemingly innocent night.
No amount of alcohol in her system can make her forget who or what is coming for her.
