She hated fairytales. She hated princes riding in all their steeds with their fancy suits and charming smiles. That was who Flynn was trying to be right now. The prince who rushes in to save the damsel in distress. The problem here was that Laurel did not wish to be saved. If anything she wanted the world to give her a semblance of peace so she could finish the job of destroying herself completely. She was already teetering down a dangerous road, so why not go out with a bang?
Escape was what she had been looking for that night when she had accepted one drink after the other. Even indulging in a little something more off some girl’s neck in the bathroom. She had been having fun or at least that was what she called it before stupid prince charming decided to come and sweep her off her feet kicking and screaming. She didn’t want to go home, but Flynn seemed to have it in his head that she had had enough for the night. Before they left all she had wanted to do was say goodbye to Christopher, he was the reason she was here in the first place, but it seemed that he had taken off hours ago.
A mess of emotions that were only amplified by the drugs and alcohol swelled in her chest as she stood in Flynn’s home. She wasn’t even entirely sure how she had got here. She blinked several times. Her angry gaze transfixed on a lamp that was blurred to the point where she thought she was facing Flynn.