Where It Started I-Deon
~Deon~ I put the glass to my lips and throw my head back, welcoming the burn that I feel. The alcohol slides smoothly, and I don’t care about the after effects. I just want to feel nothing right now. I had her, I swear I had her right there. I don’t understand how he was able to break through the drug that was put in his drink. I was assured that it was strong enough to take down an ox. That man is in no way as big as an ox, so where did the f***k up happen? Anger surges through my body, and I throw the glass at the wall. I watch it make contact and shatter; the pieces fall all over the floor. I let my head fall badly and try to figure out how things got so fu.cked up. I had Jaylene at one point, and she fell through my fingers in the most spectacular way. *Flashback* I lean forward
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