Drake got drunk, wasted, and angry. Sara was again facing the flak of a bad day. She was growing tired of it. He was so bottled up that it was becoming more and more painful and demanding of her to be with him. But she loved him too dearly to leave him. She wanted to show him that he could trust her more. He was like those few men who take a lot of time to open up. She knew she had to be strong for both of them. Unlike her, he had a difficult life. At least he wasn't using that excuse to ruin their relationship. He did his best. But at times like that, when he felt lost, he created a shell around him.
Drake shattered the vase, running his hands through his hair. He groaned, shrieking and grunting. He paced along the room, trying and failing to hold back his tears.
It confused Sara. His
