Chapter 85

• A moment of relief lets me breathe, knowing she wasn’t leaving with this piece of shit, but it’s short-lived when he opens his mouth.
• “I'm not drunk, asshole.” He rubs his face with both hands. “You came out of nowhere with that fucking hearse!” His voice is thick, the words slurred.
• I bring my fist back and drive it into the little shit’s face, cracking his nose, blood spraying and running down his lips and over his chin dripping from the three hairs there impersonating a beard.