Auto poured back another drink.
It didn't make sense. None of it did. The sudden trip. Her coming back, telling him she cheated on him.
That woman loved him. And he loved her. It didn't make any sense. Frankie was loyal, and honest.
She was fuckin liar.
***
He stumbled home, slamming the door behind him.
“Frankie,” He called, slightly slurring his words.
She came out of the room, her sad eyes examining him.
“Jason—”
“You're a f*****g liar," He stated.
She bit her lip. “I told you I'm sorry. Go to bed.”
“No! I don't believe you!”
Frankie froze. “What?” She whispered.
“I don't believe you cheated on me. You fuckin love me Frankie Da Silva. You love me and you won't even drink Pepsi because you don't want to cheat on Coca-Cola. So stop fuckin lying to me!"
Frankie closed her eye
