THREE DAYS LATER
SAGE
I grab the already empty scotch bottle from the nightstand and hurl it at the wall.
“f**k!” I curse and toss another one. This one is full and freaking expensive but I don’t f*****g care.
“Ugh!” I groan and get off the bed. My head is killing me. I have been drinking none stop for the past three days. I haven’t left the house. Just been indoors and I have no idea what has been happening in the world.
My phone is off. My house phones are all disconnected because I just needed to be alone but it isn’t helping.
“s**t!” I fist the wall and look at my bruised knuckles. I have fisted many things the last three days and my knuckles are all bruised up.
Why am I always an ass? Even when I don’t intend to I come out as one.
It’s my fault Caily lost our baby. I sh
