Chapter 12

UNSETTLING THREATS
The homicidal gaze he is shooting at me, huh? Ah, I guess I went a little too far overboard with the words there. But it is the damn truth. Look him. Forget his damn promises, because this is just a cycle. He will feel better after taking a few glasses, then the pain will slap him the minute the liquid is flashed out of his body, and he will run to the bottles again. This is just pure nonsense!
"Sorry," I mumble, just so he can cease suffocating me with his eyes. His stare is making me shudder with fear. It seems like he is itching to slap some shit out of me. The truth hurts, and that is the bitter truth that he can’t take.