When I got home it was late, or later than I normally get home on a weekend. I heard the music pounding from outside on the front lawn, what the hell is he doing?
I walked in covering my ears and saw Keath drunk, a bottle of whiskey in hand and eyes closed.
I walked past him and into the master bedroom, yes I'm still pissed off and hurt from this morning...or afternoon.
After a while, I heard the music get turned off and I crawled into bed, pretending I was sleeping.
I heard the door open and close, I felt the bed dip down on his side, I felt his arms snake around me and pull me close, I smelt the whiskey on his breath and it churned my stomach.
"Ally." He whispered.
I ignored it, still pretending I was sleeping, childish I know...but that's the only way that I am going to be able to
