Lianne
I slam the front door and scream. I hear feet running and things slamming and one shushing the others. There it is, the crying. "Shut him up," I shout. I open the freezer and grab the bottle of vodka. I skip the glass and just chug the drink. It burns going down, but it burns so good. I can't believe I took his mail and took a huge risk just for him to find out anyway. I did all of that for nothing. He still found out that chick is pregnant. I need to find a way to get rid of her. An idea pops into my head, but for now I place it on the back burner. It's back them warming up, just not my number 1 priority right now, but I will return and deal with that soon enough.
I take another drink, then one more. It no longer burns, just easily slides down and makes me feel good. At least I
