CHAPTER 12
A choice to make…
Nova
The moment I got home, I ran up the stairs heading straight to my room, slamming the door.
I couldn't hide the anger I felt.
This was why I didn't act on my impulses, because the one time I chose to, it backfired in my face.
Blowing out a harsh breath, I tipped my head back and my eyes caught on the whiskey bottle.
In two strides, I grabbed it pouring a healthy amount into my cup, and tipped it down my throat, relishing the burn as it slid down easily.
How do I fix this?
Surely, there's got to be a way out of this mess…maybe all I have to do is calm down and figure it out.
Screwing my eyes shut, I downed another glass, pushing down the images of Ron…no, the man I thought was Ron, pleading for me to listen to it.
“Arghh!” I smacked my hands down
