RUBBY

The night air was thick with the scent of different perfume, alcohol, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was fear or even regret, maybe it was the feeling of being somewhere I didn’t belong.

The club was the last place you would see me, but today was different, Cynthia finally had her way.

I tugged at the hem of my dress as Cynthia led me deeper into the club, her laughter ringing through the reverberating music. I hadn’t wanted to come. I had made that clear. ...