Damn, this is a ****ty day already... I need rum... I get dressed and head to the cellar. Maybe I'll just stay down in the cellar where nobody will find me... Ugh, I hate myself so much... I massage the still-pronounced bite mark on my neck.
"Funny you should mention that. In fact, I wrote the book myself." I mutter under my breath, "Stupid publisher claiming I needed to tone it down... or else it would've been way better."
I reach the cellar and take out three bottles of rum. I sit down on the floor and set down two of the bottles, then I set to work seeing how fast I can chug the other one.
Was she..?
That must've been around that time I was in a rut with my family..that I forced myself to forget..
A jolt of pain goes through my head. I'm..so sorry..Ari..
"No thanks, I'm as much entitled to this alcohol as you are." I say, my words dripping venom. "But I know you have a problem with sharing loot..." I start downing my second bottle.