Fifteen: Nathan

Getting drunk on Tuesday night was not a good decision. Here I am paying the price on Wednesday morning. It feels like somebody is firmly gripping my hair and banging my head against the wall. I’m not going to work today. How the hell am I supposed to go when I’m in this state?

With the little power I have in my body, I push myself up and luckily, I find Advil and water on my nightstand. Who put them there? Did Linnea do that? Shit… Linnea.

I messed up yesterday and I don’t know how to apologise. No way in hell I am going to tell her why I acted the way I did. I won’t give myself out like that. But no matter what I say, nothing may seem logical to her.

She was super nice, asking me about the deal and waiting for me so we can have dinner together and I ended up yelling at her. I hope I didn’t say anything about our marriage.

Did I mention the reason she doesn't know? I don’t know how I'm going to fix this if she finds out. I can't let something like th