Chapter 32 Then There Was TwoIt's is eleven in the morning, three bottles down, and I am still going. I am well on my way down a road of self-destruction, self-pity, a lot of feeling sorry for myself, playing the victim. One word sums me up perfectly, both physically and mentally, fucked
And do I learn my lesson?
No!
"Hey, gorgeous."
"Luke! Are you having a drink with me?"
"Yes."
I watch him and I can see the hurt still in his eyes.
"Luke."
"Yes?"
"I am sorry I threw you out. I was just pissed off at the both of you."
"Forget about it, just as long as you are okay."
"Not really, but the wine is working. Best you catch up; it's no fun being drunk by yourself."
I hand Luke the bottle of wine, and he pours a glass for himself, then he turns to me, "Jenna."
"Yes?"
"Tyler was wron
