Get In
JAVI
Knock Knock Knock.
My eyes shoot open at the sound against my door. My body is still sore.
Sliding into the tiny robe Del’s Aunt Reba laid out on the bed, I groan again, this time out of frustration. Goddamn it. I might have forgotten another Aunt Reba rule, just one more on her vast list of many since I stepped inside her secluded house.
The quirky old woman hasn’t changed since we were kids, and I’m glad I found that extra bottle of whiskey in the back. I haven’t had a drink in ten years, desperate to avoid the alcohol-fueled fate that killed my own father. I stare at the bottle, wondering if I should risk a sip as I shrug the robe onto my shoulders, wrapping the robe loosely around my waist. I won’t concern myself with decency for the sake of such a quick visit.
I open
