I was raging with anger and I could only suppress it upon holding to its thread. Departing from my brother’s room, I wiped the tears escaping my eyes. Passing through Luke’s room, I went to the kitchen counter only to provide myself a drink. Assuming that the anger and humiliation he had put upon me cannot be undone as it existed done already.
“May I have this?” I asked, yet it was too late for him to respond as I took the bottle of vodka on his hand, departing from his position.
“Hey!” He called but, I ignored it as I took a gulp from the bottle without any hesitation in mind.
It was too soon for me to indulge the realization that wasn't just any drink. It was vodka. The liquor flushed down my throat, leaving bitterness and an unpleasant trail from behind, etching a repugnant expres
