Adrian.
“Who the hell is disturbing me?!” I yelled as I pressed both hands against my ears, trying to shut out the noise that threatened to split my head.
I grabbed the phone off my stand because it wouldn't stop buzzing. Except if I had just won the lottery, there was no reason for anyone to be calling me this much.
The empty bottles rolled off as I reached for the device. The contact on my screen made my eyes widen, but the alcohol in my system sobered me immediately. My father’s call was enough to make a great percentage of it flee from my bloodstream.
“Hello, Father. What is the matter so early in the morning?”
“This is early?” he shot at me. “I should have known you were nothing but a waste from the moment you were born. If only I had adopted a son or had you swapped.”
