Autumn
I was cold. I hated being cold. I also hated the feeling of being knocked the f**k out. But here I was again. Coming to, in a ridiculous situation. Tied to a f*****g chair. Jesus this guy couldn't come up with anything new? I thought as I tried to open my eyes. My face felt wet. It smelled of rust and salt. Bleeding. I was bleeding.
When I could open my eyes fully, I saw that I was in the kitchen now. I could faintly make out the old yellow cabinets. I always hated that color. But Paul insisted on it. I looked up and saw him. Andrew. Standing in the corner. Holding something. I couldn't tell what it was. Somewhere off in the distance I could hear music now. Patsy Cline's "crazy" was playing.
"Hitting it a little on the nose with that one don't you think?" I said. My words slurr
