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It was more like a road crash.

Or just a crash.

It had been a pretty good shoot. Pop hadn’t been there, but that was ok. She could work without it, she had before. The assistants on set were more than happy to keep her wineglass full. No one cared that by the end she was so drunk she could barely see. They got the shot – several in fact – and she’d actually been a pleasure to work with. Alcohol always did make her compliant. Not as much as the heroin, but it did the trick. She was happy, the photographer was happy, the client was happy. Everyone was happy.

Who cared if it was fake happy. The appearance was all that mattered, right?

That curve in the road was a bitch even in daylight. Drunk and in the dead of night, Rev and her pretty, vintage Thunderbird didn’t stand a chance. She plowed right through the guard rail, barely taking her foot off the gas. Trees make effective breaks, she found.

She walked away from it. She didn’t know how or why, but she did. Bruised and bloodied, she staggered the rest of the way home to sleep and called the police in the morning. When she was sober.

The car was totalled.

Her Daddy bought her a new one a week later.


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