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Karica's POV

This never-ending night was a torture and I needed a distraction after everything I had been through in the last 24 hours. Instead of fleeing to my room, I headed for the kitchen while trying to hook in the emotional storm my mate had stirred up in me.

The kitchen was dark and quiet and I didn't need to turn on the lights to make my way to the glass cabinet where they kept wine. Grabbing open the cabinet door I extracted the strongest bottle and clutched it to my heart. For once I needed this pain in my heart to lessen, for this guilt consuming me whole to vanish. A temporary refuge was what I sought tonight and alcohol was the ultimate solution.

I was a bad drinker, I drank very little so I had a very low tolerance for alcohol. And today I wanted to drink till I would pass out and forget this dystopian world around me.

Tip-toeing back to my room so I wouldn't wake anyone up, I opened my room's door. Placing the bottle on the bed I took off the heavy coat and my dress a
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