Raphael
I woke up to a pounding headache and an earthquake. Or that's what it felt like when I was jostled awake. I peeked through my barely open eyes and saw Jesse standing over me. “What the fûck do you want, Jesse?” I questioned, my mouth felt like it was stuffed with sand. My hand going to grab my wife so I could feel some calm with her body pressed to mine.
“She left.” Jesse said just as my hand touched the cold sheets.
I jerked upright and groaned when my head spun. Fûck. I hadn't drunk more than two glasses of scotch in years and last night I had drunk more than a bottle. After we had left Victoria’s parents’ house, I had nudged Jesse aside and drove the car myself. We had ended up in a bar. And by the time Jesse had pulled me out I was drunk and filled with a lot of uncertaintie
