don’t drink the punch.
that was her only rule ; don’t even think about looking in the general direction of the punch. she knew better than that , she wasn’t one to get intoxicated in front of her family. last thing she needed was them to see how hard she was struggling with the never-ending guilt pushing down on her shoulders. to see how broken she really was. but the daphne-dressed woman couldn’t handle it any longer , her head pounding from her dehydration , worried to even touch the water rushing through the house. one sip couldn’t hurt right ? well -- one sip turned into two , which turned into three. but again ; not enough to get drunk , right ? soon enough , the innocent woman was wandering down hallways , slim fingers digging into the wall in hopes to stand up straight. this wasn’t alcohol ---- & that wasn’t aiden at the end of the hallway calling out to her. screaming for her. & it wasn’t his blood rushing down his face , or his eyes rolling towards the back of his head. & it definitely wasn’t his hand touching her shoulder. letting out a shriek , the lancaster daughter jumped , snapping into a half-sober reality , eyes finally focusing on the other person. ‘‘ please ----- please don’t touch me. ’’ she said quietly , although loud enough that it made her ears ring. ‘‘ i don’t ---- what’s happening ? what ----- what did ----- i’m not okay. ’’
