BRANDON
Fuck!
Fucking hell!
I punch the wall in my bedroom countless times until I see blood stain it.I don't even feel the burn in my bruised knuckles
"She chose him. She f*****g chose him over me."
I whisper and pummel my fist into the wall for the last time.
I've tried everything, everything to use as an outlet for these emotions but there's zero to f*****g nothing.
The scene that happened in front of me was my worst f*****g nightmare, still is because I can see it replaying every f*****g time.
I jog down the steps and grab a bottle of whiskey placing it on the table, I brace my hands on the wood and hang my head between my shoulder blade swinging my body back and forth slowly,I lift my head and stare at the bottle for three good minutes. Well,f**k it.
I open it and rapidly dr
