Saturday, 1:34am, september 5th. You’re sitting at the bar, with a shot in your hand. Debating on if you should take the shot or stay sober for the way home. You finally decide that you were going to lay off the drinks for the night and just enjoy yourself. The club music blasting through the giant speakers in every corner of the room. Your best friend, who invited you here was already mingling with a blonde boy in the far back. You continue to search around for something fun to do in this crowded hell hole. You finally scan the far back of the bar, you see people dancing, and touching one another. You were just about to get up to go to the bathroom, when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see who it is. your heart drops, and your breathing quickens. It’s Mason. “The 6”2 monster”. The nickname your mom gave him after what he did to you. The memories of you laying on the ground, with blood gushing from your mouth and nose because mason hit you. You push them aside. you say “hi mason.” He smiles. He sits down happily next to you. He places his drink on the counter. “How have you been!?”. His voice sends shivers down your spine.