My deep slumber is jolted at the sound of knocking on the guest room door. I rub my eyes in an attempt to rid the sleepiness from my body but am disturbed once again by the knocking. I hear muffled sounds after the knocking and know it's Troy.
What could he possibly want to discuss this late?
As I reach the door, the distortion fades and I begin to hear what sounds like moaning. I throw open the door to find Troy leaning against the opposite wall, glass shattered across the floor in front of him. A bottle of scotch rests by his feet and I know he's been drinking. The smell permeates the air between us and the question of how long I've been asleep through this madness filters through my brain.
"I need you," I hear Troy groan, trying to stand on his feet.
I walk around the
