It was one a.m., and yet again, Ben wasn’t home.
I didn’t care though, definitely not tonight because, tonight, I was drunk off half a bottle of Afterglow. I’d wanted to make myself feel good, and I couldn’t get all of Cristian’s little promises off my mind. It’d be easier with him, but I loathed the man for putting me in this position.
Hell, I didn’t even know him. All I knew was the family my grandparents had been terrified of, led by Cristian Ricci’s grandfather, who’d come around every other Thursday night to have a chat with my grandfather out in the garage.
chat There had been times he came back into the house with piss running down his leg.
As I stared up at the bland white ceiling and wondered what I had done to get here today, my bedroom door rattled. I found myself sitting up
