'Warning – Hi!!! This chapter has mention of drunk driving, so beware. Thanks for the read though 😊😊😊 '
The twenty sixth of June was the worst day of Jaxon’s life.
A day he wished never existed. A day he’d prefer to kill than be disturbed.
No one dared disturb him on a day like this, because it was a day that smelt like blood.
His grip on the wheel tightened.
'Just a few more miles and I’ll be at the cottage.'
He told himself, trying to drift his mind from unnecessary thoughts.
Like how it’d feel if he sped up and hit a tree. Or another car.
Would the glass break? Would a branch pierce his body?
How would that feel? What did his blood really look like in a bucket?
A groan left his throat as he realized he’d sped up again. That was what happened when you took alcohol to face a day
