The combat

Chapter 78 The Combat

GAEL’S POV

I groaned as I tried to move my cramped body from the cold floor. It took me a few minutes to get where I was. I hissed in contempt when I realized I was lying on the floor of Nia's room. I winced in pain as I attempted to stand up while resting on my hand. In my rage last night, I smashed everything in the clinic.

I cut myself deeply. Still, that didn't stop me from burning up the entire greenhouse and only for my pitiful self to return here and cry helplessly. I am trying hard not to believe Nia would hurt me like that. But the more I try to be in denial, the more the image fills my head, reminding me that it did happen and I wasn't hallucinating.

A proof of it is my wounded palm, the ashes of the greenhouse, and the ruins of the clinic. Crawling to the table where a bottle of whiskey sat pretty, I poured myself a glass and downed it in one go. It burned my chest painfully. I didn't mind it. The one I experienced yesterday is worse than this one righ