Forty-Seven

ELLIOT'S POV

I disconnected the call at once. I glanced at the empty spot beside me on the bed as I remembered all that had happened last night.

"Shit! Dam!" I muttered under my breath.

In a bid to vent out my anger and frustrations, I had no doubt complicated the situation at home, with Sharon. I dashed into the bathroom, adjusted the temperature of the shower to really hot, and turned it on.

I let the water sting my skin, bringing me back into reality. All the alcohol I had consumed last night had turned out to be useless after all. I still felt the anger slowly simmering on the inside of me, waiting for the slightest opportunity to emerge.

However, by the time I had come out of the bathroom, I felt slightly better. I quickly got dressed and headed out, buttoning up my shirt on the way. Sharon was standing at the entrance of the living room when I got there.

"Hi," she said, eyeing me with a little uncertainty.

She looked as though she did not know how to approach me this