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When the guys came back with our drinks, I immediately pulled Bailey out onto the dance floor so that I wouldn’t have to deal with Eric practically sitting on top of me again. Unfortunately, my freedom was short lived. Me and Bailey were dancing care-free with our hands in the air but that stopped as soon as Eric stepped up behind me and put his hands on my waist in an attempt to dance with me. I moved away slightly, and he seemed to get the hint and stopped touching me.

   Surprisingly, Nick also joined us and the four of us formed a circle with me and Bailey opposite each other. I never would’ve imagined that Nick would spend his free time in a club let alone on the dance floor of one. The man was as cold as ice, and I’d heard he threw all his time into his work so him joining us for drinks and dancing was something I never thought I’d see. Though I don’t think you could call what he did dancing; me and Bailey were completely letting loose, swaying our hips, and throwing our arms in the air and Eric seemed to be enjoying himself moving side to side but Nick just stood. He stood on his side of the circle just looking around him, hands in his pockets with a sour expression on his face. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else so I’m not really sure why he stayed considering this really didn’t seem like his scene.

   We stayed on the dance floor for a while during which Eric repeatedly tried to dance with me even when I was clearly not interested. However, nothing seemed to deter him as he just kept trying, deciding to stand right behind me the entire time rather than next to me as he’d previously been. I saw the exact moment Bailey realised she’d made a mistake with this guy when he completely ignored my attempts to push him away and started grinding on my ass. I could feel the shape of his, obviously hard, dick rubbing against me. I sent her a glance, silently screaming help me hoping she could see how uncomfortable I was. Which judging by the mirroring look on her face I’d say she could. And apparently, she wasn’t the only one.

   Before I had a chance to even try to move away, which probably wouldn’t have worked anyway, Eric was suddenly ripped away from behind me. I almost stumbled from the force of it.

   “What the hell!” I heard him shout as Nick dragged him across the dance floor towards the exit. Eric was flailing all over the place, barely walking due to the force of Nick’s grip on his arm and how fast he was moving. The crowd of people, having seen what was going on parted for him like he was the plague.

   “Oh my god! Come on!” I had been frozen in shock until Bailey pulled me out of it by grabbing my hand and rushing after Nick and Eric. They were already out of the club when we finally managed to push through all the people to the edge of the dance floor, and by the time we got outside Eric was on the floor with Nick standing over him. We just managed to catch the end of what Nick was saying to Eric.

   “-Again and I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted from every company in the city.”

I ran and I ran, and I ran. I ran until I couldn’t anymore. My lungs were burning, struggling to take in enough air. When my legs eventually gave out, I collapsed against the hard, stone wall. All I could see was stone in every direction in some sort of maze-like pattern. Vines and moss crept their way up the walls and through the cracks suggesting that this place had been undisturbed for a long time. How I got there, I had no idea. I couldn’t even remember what I’d been doing before or what my life was. All I could remember was running. I think something was chasing me, it felt like something was chasing me, yet I couldn’t see it. I could hear its feet pounding on the ground and its breaths in my ear as it got closer. Those noises stopped every once in a while, as if it was giving me time to catch my breath. Whatever it was enjoyed the chase and didn’t want me giving up too quickly. I knew I only had seconds until it started up again and I would once again be forced to run. I didn’t want to. I wanted to give up, to let it kill me, but for some reason I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop running. Caught in an endless maze of turns, it felt like there was never an end, yet I was still running towards something, for something. That’s what motivation is about, having something to lose, having to work for something you love. So why was I so motivated if I couldn’t remember what it was I had to lose, what I loved? A breath, not mine. It was back. I ran once more, hoping that this would be the last time and that I would either make it out of this nightmare or my motivation would give out and I could quit. I didn’t even need to think about which way to turn, my legs were taking me on a path of their own, as if they knew where to go when I didn’t. The pounding got closer and closer, my legs slower and slower, getting ready to give up and let the nightmare take me. One last corner. I knew this would be my last turn before I either lost or gained everything. I turned. The end. There was the end. I must have started in the middle of the maze because there was the way out. And in it stood the memories of everything I hadn’t wanted to lose. This was what I had been working towards. For years I had fought and struggled to get to this point. And here I was at last. It had all been worth it.