BETTER LEFT ALONE

KING

I was in my private office back at home on the third floor. A glass of whisky was in my hand, along with the half-empty bottle on the side table. I didn't prefer alcohol as it made me do the things which I couldn't do when I was sober. And right now I needed it more than anything.

Cameron stood beside me with an anxious face as he was aware of what was going to happen. My mind was getting numb with every drop of alcohol passing through my throat. But my anger... it had no medicine.

The door opened with a click, and Cameron tensed even more if it was possible. Gabriel stepped inside the office after closing the door behind him. I motioned him to come forward and stood in front of me. I took a minute to look at his eyes. For the first time, he was avoiding to look at me.