Edwards POV
It has been four days since I found out the truth about Melanie... or Beka.
Fuck!
I don't even know how to call her, her name or the name I had know her all this time.
The miserable and sad truth was that I lied to her about going somewhere. The truth was that I rented a room at a small hotel on the other side of town and drank myself to black out for the last few days.
Yes, it was a cowards way out, but I needed to be alone... but being alone was so painful that I needed to dull my pain with alcohol.
And that was what I have been doing for the last four days. Drinking and feeling sorry for myself. I turned off my phone the moment I left Melany. Because I knew that in a moment of weakness I would probably call her and try to make up, but I needed space and for her to sort
