⚠️ WARNING: Drinking, yelling, and sex headed in the following chapter! Read at your own peril.
Lyss' POV
After I stopped crying, I hopped in the shower and got dressed in my pajamas
(** I actually have both this Slayer shirt and these Friday the 13th pj pants... no joke!**)
I Crack open a bottle of Jameson and pour myself a stiff glass of whiskey.
I gulp it down and pour another.
What the fuck is wrong with me?!
He burned me. Used me. Left both me AND JACK alone!
Why do I fucking love him?!
I bring the glass to my lips as someone knocks on my door.
Maybe if I ignore em they'll go away.
I gulp down yet more whiskey and they knock again.
Ugh!
I open the door...
L: "What?!"
My face falls.
Russ. Great....this just what i fucking need
R: "We need to talk."
He waltzes straight into my hotel room
L: "Sure, Russ. Come on in..." I say sarcastically.
I lock the door behind me and go back to my whiskey.
R: "How many have you had?"
I scoff.
L: "You really think I'm having this talk sober, you got another thing coming, dude."
Russ looks at me with a weird look, as he pick up the bottle and pours himself one and sits down.
R: "Is that why you were crying earlier?"
I slam my glass down on the table.
I walk over to the window and light up a cigarette.
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