Elizabeth Moore
It seemed like everything was working around her as if her life were a movie and someone had accidentally sat on the remote. Now the picture played in a surreal state of slow motion, and everything in the background melted like chocolate on a hot day into darkness. He seemed to have having a similar internal struggle with himself, but for some reason she couldn’t pull herself away. ”Fuck it” she heard him mumble, feeling his lips brush hers just slightly as he spoke. Suddenly, he had gone from shy and timid Brik to aggressive and lustful Lyfe. His mouth pressed to hers in heat of the moment passion, and before she knew it Lizzie found herself pinned against the bar.
Liz an a hand into his golden mane and tenderly bit his lip, tugging lightly on the soft flesh. She didn’t know how long they were kissing, but when he slowly pulled away she could feel her heart hammering in her chest. When her eyes met his she saw a Brik that she had never seen before. The way he was looking at her made her skin rise up in goose bumps from the small of her back to her arms. For some reason, even though she was the one that baited him into this, she felt shy now. Part of her wanted to kiss him again, and part of her wanted to go dance. Neither part won out, because she suddenly felt like she was going to puke. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go to the bathroom. Miss me!” a smile tugged at her lips as she reluctantly pulled herself away from the bar and went to the restroom.
Lizzie casually went to open the door, and was surprised to feel the door not budge. It was locked? Oh hell no, I’m not puking out here. Pissed off, she threw her fist into the door and yelled to the people inside. “Open the fucking door!” She immediately heard a click and she was able to enter. “Chill the hell out, girl, damn,” came a stoned reply to her rage. “Oh fuck yo—Summer?” Her attention was caught by her beautiful dark haired temptress. Is she..? Horror rose it’s ugly head inside Lizzie’s emotional wall. She wouldn’t make it to a stall.
She shoved a couple of girls that were making out by the sinks away and proceeded to give the club back it’s margarita, and a bit of water that she had had in the car. Both of her hands gripped the sink as she lost control over her insides. When she was done, a couple of the girls were staring at her disgust. She groaned and washed out her mouth. Once her vitals were stable again, she returned her attention to her friend.
Dismay swam through her veins as she looked her beautiful angel over. Liz was too sober for this. She could feel herself already starting to get mad. Kite was doing meth. METH. Summer knew how Lizzie’s mom was fucked up because of this shit, and here she sat. The only thing keeping Lizzie from going over the complete deep end was that she did not see any needles around. She tried to gain her barring. Her head was pounding, she felt tired, she kept puking, she just wanted to go home. Lizzie shook the thoughts from her head and returned her attention to the bathroom to look for Summer.
Guilt began to snake it's way around Lizzie's body. She had promised Summer she would always be there for her, back when they first met. She had broken that promise twice now. Once, when she tried to escape her abusive and toxic family, and again now. She had saw Summer sneaking off with this girl, and she knew. She knew nothing good was going to come out of it. Summer was her own person, though. Lizzie didn't want to try and be a mom for Summer when she couldn't stand the idea of becoming a mom for her own baby. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe she was just terrified of watching one of her best friends slip into the coffin her mother was in.