Reina's place was in shambles. Clothes strewn about the chair and the floor, empty alcohol bottles scattered about the floor, shoes, and underwear stuffed under throw pillows.
It had a strong odor of perspiration.
Reina staggered behind Kallum, bracing herself on the furniture, or whatever she could get her hands on. He attempted to assist her, but she skulked at him and pushed his hand away.
“I can walk just fine on my own; I don't need your assistance.” She spat at him angrily.
Kallum began picking up empty bottles from the floor as he went around the room. More than anything, he despised the woman she had become in the last few hours. It was all his fault that she was in such conditions.
With a sigh, he thought, ‘If only.'
“What the heck are you doing?” Reina inquired as she
