15 A night

“Uurgh…,” I mumbled, as the sun was shining upon me.

I opened my eyes slowly, to look around. I was sleeping on the stone table.

‘Ugh, my head is spinning,” I mumbled.

“Why, I’m here?” I mumbled, stepping down from the table.

“No way, why she would be here,” I mumbled with a forced smile as the memories of night flashes in my mind.

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“I don’t get drun...kkk, I told you…,” she said laughing unstoppingly until she started to cry.

“What should I do I’m tired of running,” she mumbled, as tears landed on her cheeks.

“I don’t get drunk, give it to me….,” she said and snectched the bottle from me.

“Wait...wait…, you emptied it whole, it’s mine….,” I shouted, and gripped the bottle.

“Let’s go off...you… son...of a..bi,” she screeched with red eyes, holding the top of the bottle in her grip.

“Don’t,” she shouted and pulled the bottle with a great force towards her.

We both landed on the stone table with a thud, by each other’s side.