Zoey's p.o.v
“Really?” I ask in disbelief. “Is that all you have to say to me after you storm out on me yesterday? Or when you came back home at 2am drunk and wasted?” I yelled angrily.
He didn't say anything, rather he seems unfazed by my words. I waited for him to give a response, anything even a silly excuse, but I got nothing.
“What now? You're not going to say anything?” I was getting all the more pissed.
I need an explanation for his behavior yesterday, and why he came home drunk.
“I don't have time for this.” He scoffed, like I'm being ridiculous.
He doesn't have time for this? He doesn't have time for this, what is that supposed to mean? That I'm nagging?
“The hell you don't have time for this shit.” I threw at him.
“Watch your mouth, woman.” He warned. We should be discus
