“Who is he?”
The sudden voice right behind me made me yelp and twist around. I saw Jake sitting there against the wall, right across from my door. His eyes were bloodshot as they drilled into me, and his beard made him look rough. If I hadn’t known his face so well and the expressions it made, he would’ve been scary.
He was wearing the same clothes except with no hat; greasy locks of hair escaped a messy ponytail to fall against his face. My eyes landed on the tall bottle of dark liquor propped beside him on the floor; it was nearly empty. I knew in my gut that he’d sat there all night. At least I thought it was only one night since I kicked him out. I mentally cursed my apathy for time.
“… who?” I asked. I kept my back pressed to my door as I watched him watch me.
He let out a dark
