CHAPTER 23
BELLA'S POV
I took another swig from the whiskey bottle, the burn barely registering. Of all nights, this was the worst time to be drinking, but I needed the courage to do what had to be done.
It was time. I set the bottle aside and grabbed my bag. It was packed with a couple of clothes and food to last till I found someplace to stay and money. All of a sudden, my feet felt heavy. I was so eager to leave before, and now that I had an opportunity, it felt like something was holding me back.
I couldn't help but wonder if this would be the same as what Lia did to Kubala, running off in the dead of night to be with some other man. But unlike her, I was running for my dear life.
Did that make it better?
I shook off the thoughts. This was exactly why I wanted to get drunk. I
