When one lost control of their mind, they could do anything. And Nathalia had pretty much lost control.
Ben was sober and thinking logically. Frightened, he stepped back, and Nathalia dashed towards the door, opened it, and ran as fast as she could. The door shut behind her. 'Bang'. It awakened the startled crowd.
Evette was furious to watch Nathalia escape. She glared at the faces around her. Useless!
"Ben, run after her!" she shouted to Ben.
Ben suddenly realized what had happened. He went out after Nathalia, but he had lost her. Frustrated, he kicked the wall.
Bitch. She's kicked me and cut my face! She will pay for it!
Nathalia wandered in the dim hallway, struggling to find the lift. She felt feverish and anxious. Desperately, she pulled her own hair hard, hoping to sober up. She dialed the number again, but again, it was not answered.
Expected. At the end of the day, I'm all on my own. It's my own battle.
What can I do now?
