ANTHONY'S POV
I sat in the corner of my living room, just getting lost in my thoughts. My hand gripped a bottle of whiskey as if it held the answers to all the questions swirling around in my head. But no amount of alcohol could drown out the thoughts, or the images, that kept haunting me. The picture of Brianna and those guys was burned into my brain. Everyday, it reminded me of her betrayal. I could still see it clearly—her arms around them, the smirks on their faces, the look on hers. That image had torn me apart inside, shattering something deep within me, something I wasn’t sure could ever be fixed.
I took another long sip, feeling the burn in my throat, hoping it would numb the ache in my chest. But it didn’t. Nothing did. It didn’t help that I saw her every day at school, watched
