MATT
I took another sip of my alcohol as I looked at Masha’s wedding pictures. Her smile burned through me, mocking me. That was supposed to be me and her kissing. She was supposed to be mine.
She was mine! But then I lost her!
Instead of spending my honeymoon with her, I was sitting here in this dimly lit room with nothing but shattered glass, empty bottles, and the sound of Jane’s muffled sobs filling the silence.
She was tied to the chair in front of me, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles as I drowned another bottle. Blood trickled from the corner of her lip where I’d struck her earlier, and her mascara ran in black rivers down her cheeks.
“You lied,” I hissed, pacing in front of her like a madman, my head pounding but anger kept me upright. “You said she was hurting you. You
