Ashtyn stood on the sidewalk across from the neon flashing sign, nervously wringing her hands together. She no longer wanted to go through with this, but after spending hours getting ready and walking eight blocks in stilettos to get here, she was definitely going in, nervous or not.
She paced a few steps, the black heels clicking loudly on the concrete, as she fought the internal struggle with herself.
'Just do it.' She thought. 'Just do it or walk away.'
The latter sounded much better at the moment, but she resisted the urge.
'If you walk away now, no one will ever know how sick and twisted you really are.'
The twenty three year-old stared at the brick building and the line of people outside. The huge, burly bouncer stood with his arms crossed over his chest and observed the excited crowd calmly. The line was growing longer by the second and at this point, she doubted that she would even be able to get in.
But, this was something she needed. She had to try, if only for an answer to the question that had plagued her for years.
The door to the club opened, lights and music spilling out. A tall, dirty blonde in black leather cargo pants and a white V-neck, stepped out just long enough to whisper to the bouncer, who nodded in return. He lifted his head and for a split second, their eyes met from across the darkened street. He stared before being startled by something the big man said, responding with another whisper, and glanced at her one last time before disappearing back inside.
Ashtyn wasn't sure what had just happened, who he was or why, but now was not the time for that. She had to get inside before she changed her mind. It was now or never.
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