Stone Fort

I closed my eyes as the Whiskey burned down my throat, my chest feeling slightly constricted. My heart felt on fire, and the Whiskey seemed to only add to it. I cussed under my breath, my eyes closing again. I needed to forget her now. And push my father to the back of my mind.

This is what he wants, and I was dead set on not giving it to him.

After a few minutes, however, I found my eyes opening again, the agitation filling me up. I grabbed the cup of Whiskey, flinging it across the room to the wall where it shattered with an ungraceful sound, the pieces bouncing off the wall and landing everywhere.

I swallowed hard, bringing my hands to cover my face. It was a foul attempt, as her dress was still tightly clasped around my hand.

I swallowed hard, watching it for a moment, her eyes under that moonlight, ladden with tears and looking up to me that helplessly...weirldy it haunted me. It haunted my soul and I hated her for that too.

I unwrapped the dress, then let it fall to the ground.