Gianna
By the time I reached home, I was inevitably drunk. To the point that I could barely see my fingers. I should have never gone on a drinking spree with Teresa. She had super control. I sucked.
“Signora, should I help you inside?” my driver asked. I could barely see his face, but I could sense he was worried.
“No…th…that wo…won’t be necessa….” I gave him a wave and climbed out of the car, struggling to stay upright on my two feet. The floor seemed to be rising up to my chin as I stumbled inside.
Goddamn it. I have to climb up the bloody stairs.
I sighed and dragged myself towards the staircase one step at a time. But my feet wobbled and I gasped as my heel twisted, taking my ankle with it.
“f**k…” I cursed, grabbing onto the railing as pain shot through my ankle.
“You’re
