A Usual Weekend Night

Jasmine breathed in the perfume-filled air as she battled her way through the crowd of bodies, slick with sweat and alcohol. She loved this place. The neon lights on the wall made for perfect social media pictures, the boys with bright eyes and loose hands, the thrum of the music in the air. Only here could she lose herself completely. She leaned against the cold glass of the bar, drawing in a deep breath. Here, she didn’t have to think about her parent’s divorce, about the sound her father’s hand made striking her mothers face. She didn’t have to remember her brother’s betrayal, siding with their dad, pretending not to notice the bruises dotting her mothers arm. Here, she knew she could tor

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