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tom

I wasn't in control of myself.

My brain kept saying, "Stop it! You still need to drive home!" while my throat was saying, "Burns . . . So good . . . Need more."

After maybe eight drinks, my world started to get dizzy, and my thoughts slurred.

I was drunk. No going back now.

I slam the glass on the table, and pay. I leave the bar, a drunken grin cast upon my face. Fumbling with my keys, I enter the car, and turn it on.

Almost forgot to shut the door.

Slamming it shut, I realize I have to go on a highway to get to Jordan's.

No.

I sigh, and start driving.

-timeskip-

As I was nearing the highway, I spotted a cop.

I was speeding.

The electronic speed thing says that I was going over the speed limit. Sirens blared and flashed behind me.

I pull over, and the cop comes up to the window.

"Do you happen to know how fast you were going?" he asks.

"Uh . . . no." I lie.

"Sir, you do realize you're slurring, right?"

I curse under my breath. "No."

The cop sent a glare towards me. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."

I hesitantly do as told.

-timeskip-

The jail door was slammed shut.

They found drugs (which weren't even mine), I was speeding, and I had a DUI.

I wasn't getting out of this one easily.

erin

I was told Ton was in jail.

Why?

How?

He called me. He told me everything.

What a shame.

Because I'm not bailing him out of this one.

you all are going to kill me for the next part...
whiiich is going to be an epilogue.
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