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⚠️ 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

After I stopped crying, I hopped in the shower and got dressed in my pajamas

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(** I actually have both this Slayer shirt and these Friday the 13th pj pants

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(** 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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