Mighty Dmitri's Downfall

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

I found myself drinking again in this bar early in the morning. In fact, it’s been months now since I experienced having sleepovers in this very VVIP room where Avery and I once went.

The staff on this bar already called me a regular. A few months ago, I couldn’t recall myself visiting any bars, but after Avery left, I always felt like drowning myself in beer and alcohol will somehow alleviate the pain.

A few weeks ago, I finally got hold of Jen Storm and was able to get my revenge for what she did to Avery. Did I feel good about it? Well, yes and no.

Now, I could feel my phone vibrating over and over on top of this glass table near me. But I couldn’t bring myself to answer my sister’s bickering because my hand and body were so numb to do it.

After some time, a familiar figure appeared before my half-awakened eyes.

“Dmitri!” and here we go again. I could hear my sister’s high-pitch, annoying voice.

“Goodness, Heather, why are you even haunting me in my dreams?