DESMOND
"You know, Drinking is not going to solve this problem." Allison chipped in as she returned to the living room.
"I know." I emptied my cup completely. "But it's going to make me escape from reality." I remarked while I filled my cup with another round of whiskey. She sat on the couch beside mine, busying herself with a plate of fruit salad.
"Is that what you really need now? Your girlfriend has been abducted and here you are, drinking yourself to stupor. Isn't that pathetic?"
I took a sip.
"She's not my girlfriend." I remarked. She grimaced.
"Either way, you shouldn't be doing this."
"Trust me Allison, I've tried." I took another gulp.
"If you think I'm satisfied in this position I am in then you're wrong. It hurts a lot. It's burning me inside out to know she's some
