CHAPTER FIFTY ONE
My vision is turning a bit blurry right now, I took another shot of liquor and drank it in one gulp. The bar's loud music and dizzying lights are doing little to calm my nerves.
I am a murderer. I thought as I set the shot glass down on the bar counter. I tried tasting different liquors tonight, hoping that it might make me feel numb, ridding me of this guilt simmering in my very core.
I closed my eyes. What happened hours ago flashed back.
She was sobbing in front of me, she looks like she might lose her balance so I held her arms to give her support but she pushed me harshly. She pointed a crooked finger at me.
Her eyes. All I can see now is anger. Anger directed towards me. "You killed my s-son.." Tears fell from her eyes, I feel so weak, so defenseless, so utterl
