- I sit at the bar in Williams nightclub, trying to drink away the images of Brandi fucking herself in my bed. I glance at the clock; it’s been nearly two hours since I fled my own house. She should be gone by now. Which means I should drag my sorry ass back and go to bed.
- “You look like shit.” I look at William's smiling face, and by that toothy grin, I know he had something to do with this.