Chapter 67

• CHICAGO:
• The night Sam attacked Mike, he couldn't fall asleep. He tossed from one end of his bed to the other feeling guilty and ashamed. He felt terrible and couldn't stop regretting over what he did and the long lasting torturous impression he must have inflicted on Emma. What must Emma be thinking? he wondered. In a bid to prevent Mike from presenting him to her as a maniac, he had revealed to her, a part of him which he was trying to protect. He quickly got out of bed, pulled a bottle of Vodka from his bar in the living room and crashed on his couch. He was a mess at that moment and he knew it but what was he to do? The next day, he woke up to an empty bottle of Vodka with his head banging and he was having blurred visions. He drank too much last night; he knew it. He staggered upstairs and managed to take a shower. With a towel around his waist, he fell on his bed dialing Emma's number. He called her severally but she wasn't picking. He was aware she was ignoring him because he had been tailing her few days ago. He knew she had secured a job at the restaurant down her street and her shift was not now till 4pm. He had a strong conviction she was close to the phone and didn't answer his calls intentionally.
• 'I am deeply sorry Emma. ' he texted her. 'I didn't intend to hurt you. ' he texted again. 'Can we please talk? ' he asked her via a text but there was no reply from Emma. He felt weak and let out a loud groan. He suddenly felt the need to bang his head on the wall or tear his room apart. Emma won't like that he thought then laid on his bed staring at the chandelier looking defeated. He must see Emma at all cost he told himself but he knew he couldn't show up at her place looking like a piece of shit with bloodshot eyes. He decided to sleep so he could wake up feeling more relaxed and then present himself before Emma. He pulled his pills from the drawer which he hadn't taken in a long while and swallowed two capsules following them up with water. Soon, he was dozing off.