"We need to talk about yesterday." He said, looking into my eyes with an intensity that broke my courage into pieces, injuring my self-esteem.
"Wha..... what do you want to talk about yesterday? There's nothing to talk about it." I said, trying to get up and he pushed me back down. Rather gently. I looked at him with my eyes narrowed in displeasure. When I glared at him, he raised his brows at me. As if he was trying to show me who was in power among us. As if he was challenging me to try go against him.
"We need to talk if I say so, Lazarus. Me coming home drunk is not something you will witness ever again. I know it was a house rule and I broke it yesterday. I didn't mean to but I did." He started, not sounding sorry but he didn't sound proud anymore.
He was speaking calmly, as if he
