ROCCO
So you’re here for the gory details of my demise. You’re in for a treat.
After Callum left I continued throwing back the vodka, believing after enough of it some of the guilt would go. Instead anger, in its rawest, most primal form, pounced. My mind tortured me with the recent failures of my life. The way I had handled Selene, games and half-truths. The fact I cared for her more than any woman I had ever known yet, she had quite rightly dropped me like trash
Flinging almost the full bottle of vodka down my neck, my thoughts went darker and deeper.
Wicknace, the way I had to pay my respects to him, getting someone else to do my dirty work for me. For some reason the image of him banging that red-haired girl on my old desk came into my mind
A banging on the front door
