Wade grunted angrily as he slammed the door behind him, and headed in the direction of his office.
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and poured the contents of it in a glass, lifting it to his lips. He drank the bulk of it before he angrily flung the glass at the wall, watching as it shattered into a million little pieces.
His anger was very much still alive, even after six years, it boiled and bubbled inside of him until it ate at his insides at what was left of him and left a monster in its wake.
And it was all because of her. It was all her fault.
The memory no longer made him sad, he wasn’t heartbroken, heartbreak made people weak, all he felt was anger, red hot anger. He tried to forget the events of that night six years ago, but it remained, she remained. She had ta
