I stepped back when he suddenly spoke to me. He said a lot of things that were all attacks. I couldn't immediately respond because I really didn't know what to say. He was just standing in front of me, waiting for my response. But after a few minutes, I was still dumbfounded.
"Okay, so you're just like that? You really have nothing to say? You're just standing there?"
So, he suddenly exploded in frustration. I was genuinely scared of him, but I tried to compose myself because he’s just drunk. He's usually normal when he's sober, but now that he had been drinking, I hesitated whether it was right to talk to him.
But I still did.
"Nathan, please, you're just drunk. You need to rest. Come to the bedroom; I'll help you up."
I held his hand and was about to assist him in going upstairs whe
