CHAPTER 65
ARIA
They say something about hurting people. They hurt people. Right now I am hurting, I want to just be swallowed from the face of the earth because nothing makes sense to me now.
I walked into the room, the sight in front of me felt like a punch to the gut. There was Erin, in what looked like her nightwear, her eyes wide with something like guilt—or was it surprise? I didn't have time to decipher it because my gaze quickly found Alex, sprawled on the bed, looking as guilty as a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Get out, get the fucknout of my room Erin," I hissed at Erin, not even trying to mask the fury in my voice. She mumbled something that sounded like an apology mixed with an excuse about being drunk, but I was too angry to care about her reasons. As she
