Warning: The following chapter has content of a mature nature.
Lia
“Good evening.” I greet Ty as he opens the door, my voice cheery, suddenly in a good mood for some reason.
“Hi,” he replies, his voice too low for my liking and we hug. “What’s wrong?” I ask as we pull back; noticing his sombre expression, but he just lets out a breath, frustratedly running a hand through his hair, and proceeds to the kitchen.
“Tyler, talk to me, what’s going on?” I ask again following behind him and on entering the kitchen, I notice a bottle of vodka on the counter with a half-filled glass next to eat. “Are you drinking? Where’s Nicole?” I add, now convinced something’s wrong.
“She left,” he says picking up the glass and gulping it down and I step closer to him before taking his hands in mine.
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