The movie is almost over. Even after four more drinks, I still managed to follow the plot. The vodka bottle is nearly empty. I won’t be buying any more of the stuff; it’s too strong.
The TV screen is blurred. I thought for a moment that we needed a new one, but luckily for me, it’s just the booze. I need to pee. I’ve been holding it in for the past hour; just couldn’t face getting up off this couch. My bladder can’t bear another moment of this t*****e, so I get up, using the arm of the couch for support. I’m not drunk; I’m just dead tired. It’s been a long couple of days.
I haven’t heard a peep out of her all night. I’m sure she’s fine. Climbing the stairs, I grasp the banister tightly, trying desperately to focus on each step. When I reach the summit, I listen out for her. She’s probabl
