99 Bronson

My head pounds as though a mallet steadies a knocking rhythm against my skull. I peer open my eyes only to shut them immediately when I feel the sun pouring in from my bedroom window. Sitting up, I cover my face and scrub my hands down my face, feeling the need to immediately lose my dinner from last night.

Dinner. Something I never even had.

I stayed up most of the night drowning my insecure thoughts into three different bottles of scotch. I started the moment I left work early after speaking with Anabe and never stopped. Even Landen, when he picked me up from the bar, I had taken a cab to, did not recognize me.

Thoughts of yesterday come swarming at me as I look around hopelessly looking for a sign that Nikki never left, that she stayed by my side last night. Why do I want her here? Not when she lied about everything from the beginning.

What I fool I was to trust her.