ELLA
I knew he was disappointed that I had been drinking and planned to come back to the motel alone, but I didn’t care anymore. I had endured enough of everyone telling me about my choices and stating what I could or couldn’t do.
Yes, I was drinking, and I definitely planned to go home on my own. What then? Is doing that something new? If I needed help, I would find a way around the situation.
I was so used to doing things alone that having someone beside me, constantly berating me about my choices, was aggravating.
If anything, I had enough reason to be agitated and didn’t need anyone to add to that list. It was beginning to annoy me that this night had taken a turn I didn’t anticipate.
If I knew things would turn out this way, I would’ve stayed back at the motel and endured Quincy’
